Going Roswell (Finnegan & Morrow Book 2) by Jess Whitecroft

Author:Jess Whitecroft [Whitecroft, Jess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

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I blink awake in near darkness.

I’m alone in the tent and either I’m losing my mind or someone nearby is playing the brass hook of Hollaback Girl over and over again. The really strange part is that I’m not even that delighted to know I’m not losing my mind. Insanity sounds like a smart lateral move right now. A cozy padded cell and a dose of Thorazine sounds kind of nice. At least it might be quiet.

After my checking my boots for guests I stagger out of the tent, to find Chase blearily watching the skies and the klieg lights blinking into life. “Early start tonight,” he says, around a huge, shuddering yawn. “Clear skies.”

“That’s nice. Did you get any sleep?”

“Some. You?”

“Yeah. A little. Not as much as I need, but never mind.” There’s a party atmosphere in the valley once more. A bonfire is flickering in the middle of one of the big glyphs, and people are settling down with sleeping bags and deckchairs. The younger Crump kids are making smores, while the older ones stomp around playing their instruments.

“They’re going to entice extraterrestrials by playing them Gwen Stefani?” I say.

“I think that’s the plan, yeah.”

“Yeah. I would have thought that would have had the opposite effect, personally.”

Chase smiles sleepily and adjusts the scarf around his neck. “Not a fan?”

“Chase, the Voyager probe is playing Bach beyond the limits of our solar system. What do you think is going to happen if the aliens land here and we’re playing Gwen Stefani? At the very least they’re going to think we exaggerated our musical prowess.”

He laughs and puts an arm around my waist. “Yeah, but in all fairness, this shit is bananas.”

It’s a weird scene out here, but in a way it’s kind of fun. Sleep deprivation has made us all a little giggly, and it’s easy to slip into the kids-at-camp vibe that the UFO watchers have going on. We bake potatoes in the embers of the bonfire and drink too many beers. Everyone sings along with the band or the music from the speakers. Occasionally a falling star will streak down from the huge, star-spattered sky and a hush will fall, as though everyone is holding their breaths at once, but slowly the noise level comes back up as people realize that it’s just a meteorite and not The Big One, as Crump calls it. They all go back to singing and drinking and baking potatoes, waiting for the next star to fall.

Jane is happy because the whole scene has already been lit for her. Dee is happy because the people are so forthcoming and friendly, and Toph is in sound guy heaven, because of the acoustic effects in the valley. Happy crew equals happy producer, and happy producer equals happy me.

Chase and I huddle up at the edge of the party, in our sleeping bag on a picnic blanket, our breaths freezing in the desert night. We warm each other’s cold noses with kisses and try to point out the constellations.

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