Pretty Lethal. Joe Schreiber

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      ‘That’s a rare talent,’ I said.

      ‘Not as marketable as it used to be.’

      ‘Maybe you should be a detective.’

      She laughed an easy, natural laugh. ‘I bet you get asked that a lot.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘You know – fact or fiction.’

      ‘Actually, no,’ I said. ‘It’s weird, but most people don’t really seem to care.’

      And it was true. They had read about what happened with me and Gobi on prom night in New York in the newspapers and seen it on TV, posted about it on their blogs, forwarded it and ‘liked’ it on Facebook and tweeted about it to their friends. As far as the American public was concerned, what happened to us that night was the truth, yet another improbable chunk of ‘reality’ gone viral in a post-MTV world, and everybody had just kind of accepted it and moved on.

      ‘So you’re not a detective,’ I said.

      ‘No.’

      ‘What do you do besides read the Post and go to parties in Brooklyn?’

      She smiled, cocked an eyebrow. ‘There’s more to life?’

      ‘Depends who you ask, I guess.’

      ‘Fair enough. The truth is, I work in the music industry.’

      I felt my heart do a little stumble-step in my chest, because this conversation really did seem to be entering the department of Too Good to Be True. ‘Really.’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘You know,’ I said, ‘that’s funny, because I sort of play in a band.’

      ‘Inchworm.’ Paula nodded. ‘I remember from the story.’

      ‘Yeah.’ I was starting to think I could really fall in love with this girl. ‘Well, ah, anyway . . . we all decided to take a year off before college, just to see if we can make something happen. If not . . .’ I shrugged.

      ‘If you don’t try, you’ll always wonder.’

      I nodded. ‘Exactly.’

      ‘You should slip me your demo.’

      ‘Seriously?’

      ‘Absolutely. I work for this European promoter, George Armitage – ’

      ‘Wait a second,’ I said. ‘The George Armitage?’

      ‘That’s him.’

      ‘Are you kidding? Armitage is, like, the hottest promoter in the world right now. Ever since the Enigma festival in the U.K. last summer, plus he owns his own airline . . . You actually work for that guy?’

      Paula smiled. ‘Well, I’m sort of the liaison between him and the labels. Technically I’m on Armitage’s payroll, but I spend about half my time in L.A., working with new bands in the studio. It’s kind of a position that I created for myself.’

      ‘That sounds amazing.’

      ‘I grew up in Laurel Canyon.’ Paula reached up, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘My father was an A&R guy back in the day, worked with all the legends – Fleetwood Mac, Steely Dan, the Eagles. Madonna and Sean Penn practically got a divorce in our pool. It’s in my blood.’

      And that was how it started. People talk about fate and luck and blind chance, and even now I’m not sure where I stand on those issues, but I will say this: In the weeks and months that Paula and I got more serious, I found her to be exactly as confident, ambitious, imaginative, and funny as she was that first night, and as I got to know her better, I sort of ran out of adjectives. She was that mixed mouthful of flavors, the kind of person that would walk through a farmer’s market and in the middle of a conversation about Soviet cinema in the 1940s, pick up two bananas and pretend they were her eyebrows.

      And she was unfathomably beautiful, totally out of my league. The kind of girl you write songs about. She was twenty-two years old, and I was eighteen.

      Then again, historically, I tend to prefer older women.

      

      ‘Is There Something I Should Know?’ – Duran Duran

       But hows the sex????

      I looked at my iPhone, knowing the message was from Norrie before I even got a look at the screen. He was the only one that texted me on a regular basis, even though we saw each other practically every day at practice. Everybody else – including Sasha, our lead singer, and Caleb, our guitarist – just called.

      It’s awesome, I typed.

       how awesme?

       Tantric.

      A long pause, and then:

       yr still not getting any, r u?

      ‘Who are you texting?’ Paula asked from the driver’s seat.

      I switched off the phone and stuffed it in my pocket. ‘Norrie.’

      ‘Did you tell him yet?’

      ‘I told him there’s a band meeting at my house in an hour. I want it to be a surprise. Unless Linus already talked to them.’ Linus Feldman was our manager, a five-foot-two, hundred-and-eight-pound Jewish tsunami who’d blown in sometime last summer from the wilds of Staten Island. He was old-school management, a scarred veteran of a dozen legendary management teams from back in the go-go eighties, when rock-and-roll was minting millionaires on what seemed like a weekly basis. From the moment he’d come out of semi-retirement to represent Inchworm, he’d been waiting for someone to try to take advantage of us so he could rip their head off. So far, to his great disappointment, we’d been treated with an unprecedented level of fairness and respect.

      ‘I’m not sure how crazy Linus is about the idea.’

      ‘A European tour? How could he not be thrilled?’

      ‘He’s got his own ideas about the band,’ Paula said. ‘We’ll see how it goes.’

      She signaled left and turned from the beach road onto the two-lane highway and I watched the ocean receding in my side-view mirror, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

      I checked my phone to see if I might have missed any more texts, but the last one was from Norrie, accusing СКАЧАТЬ