By Lori Cramer
Our band’s falling apart, and nobody but me seems to care. Daphne forgot her sticks again, Candy and Flo won’t stop arguing about who’s got the cooler axe, and Bobbie Jean would rather be at her boyfriend’s baseball game than tonight’s rehearsal. When Daphne returns with her sticks, I call a group meeting to remind everybody how hard we’ve worked to get where we are. We can’t quit now, I tell them, and once they all agree we finally get to playing. Our signature tune sounds amazing. Tighter than ever before. Flawless. Too bad we don’t know any other songs.
“I write to discover.” – the writer