Kiss of Life by Daniel Waters

Author:Daniel Waters [Waters, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Triangles (Interpersonal Relations), Fiction, Fantasy, Magic, Science Fiction, Death, Interpersonal Relations, Monsters, Prejudices, Love & Romance, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Zombies, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 7-9), Social Issues - Friendship, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Goth culture, Young adult fiction, All Ages, Schools, Death & Dying, Social Issues, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Friendship, First person narratives, Emotions & Feelings, Children's Books, High schools
ISBN: 9781423109235
Publisher: Hyperion Books
Published: 2009-05-12T07:00:00+00:00

"Maybe we could talk about something else? Where are the rest of you from?"

Most, like Trent and his pal who hailed from Staten Island, were from New York City or the environs.

"But who ...cares about that," he said, even though Phoebe did. "What's going to happen to mysocalledundeath ... without Tommy? Do any of you know? Just about... everyone ...here reads it."

"How?" Karen asked.

"Computers, upstairs," he answered. "Skip prints out the blogs and ...hands them out."

"It'll still happen," Karen answered. "Tommy is going to be sending his blogs in from the road. Phoebe and I ..."

The music cut out and the room went black. Phoebe shrieked.

"Some of you have been waiting an eternity for this, I know," the brash confidence of the voice cut through the darkness. "And you will now know that eternity was not spent in vain. Marking their record seventeenth appearance at Aftermath, please join me in putting claws and paws together in welcoming the band that you've been clamoring for, dead or alive.... Skeleton Crew!"

At the stroke of a razor-sharp opening chord, lights came back on. Phoebe looked below and saw Dom standing in front of a microphone. Next to him stood a short, shirtless, rail-thin boy who wore bright orange surfer shorts that ended below his knees. The thin boy was leaning on his microphone stand like he needed it to prop him up. Bee stood on the other side

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of the stage thrumming the low string on his bass guitar.

"Aftermath! Make some noise!" Dom yelled as Warren, hidden somewhere behind a ring of cymbals, began to play an escalating roll on his snare and double bass. Phoebe thought the greeting uninspired, but it provoked a healthy reaction from the crowd.

"Good ...day ....everyone," the thin boy said, his voice somewhere between the somber intonations of Peter Murphy and Morrissey, "My name ...is ...DeCayce ...and we are ...Skeleton Crew."

He's the dead one, Phoebe thought. Dom hit another blaring chord and the dead boy leaped three feet in the air without flexing his legs as Bee and Warren erupted into song.

Phoebe was dead tired on the ride home, although Margi was still bopping around in the driver's seat, reliving each moment of their club adventure with minute detail. On the train she was a bundle of energy, even when Karen and Colette seemed to be holding their strength in reserve.

"He was so totally into you, Colette," Margi said. This idea more than anything else seemed to be the wellspring of Margi's energy, and as such Phoebe didn't get tired of hearing it, even though she'd already heard it at least two dozen times.

"I ...don't ...know," Colette said. Her denials became weaker each time Margi repeated the statement. Phoebe smiled; it was good to see Colette so moony.

"Yeah, you do," Margi said. "Totally."

The "somebody" was DeCayce. When their set was over

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Dom had brought his band over to talk to the girls. As raw as DeCayce was onstage, he seemed very shy in person, and barely added to the conversation--which was mostly Dom bantering with Karen.

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