Exile (ARC) (Kevin Emerson) by Kevin Emerson

Author:Kevin Emerson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Katherine Tegen Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

UNCORRECTED E-PROOF—NOT FOR SALE

HarperCollins Publishers

..................................................................

13

MoonflowerAM @catherinefornevr 2h

Just another mundane Saturday. #nothingtoseehere

I wake up early Saturday, though it could never be early enough to beat Carlson Squared, professional go-getters. I hear them bustling downstairs, and decide to wait out the fray and check email in bed.

There’s one reply I was hoping for, from Marni Rodgers. She’s in charge of the Harvest Slaughter. People dress like slasher film characters, zombies, or any other ghouls, and the bands dress up, too. We even pick a costume winner, who has the honor of getting Carrie’d onstage (it’s fake blood; one of the PTA dads works for Sony).

Thanks for writing, Summer. We do have one more slot left for the event and we’d be happy to have Dangerheart. They will open for Freak Show. (Did you see them last night?? OMG!) Cheersies! –MR

“Cheersies,” I mutter. I wonder if Marni even saw Dangerheart. Maybe that was for the best. I write back and accept. And then it occurs to me: what if we can also show up there and reveal a lost Allegiance to North song to the world? Can’t jump that gun, though. But at least, in spite of last night, we have a next gig. That is, if the band is still together. I hope Caleb was able to get them to come over.

Mom is already out running errands when I get downstairs. Dad is watching a news talk show while reading from his tablet. On the weekends, he gives himself permission to dress down, but he’s still wearing khakis and shoes and a polo shirt tucked in.

“How was last night?” he asks as I get coffee and toast a bagel.

“Not bad. Kind of a dumb party. Then we went for food.”

“‘We’ being . . . this new band you like?”

“New band I manage,” I say.

“Ah. I thought you weren’t into that anymore?”

“These guys are good,” I say. Then, in case I sound like I’m taking it too seriously for Dad’s taste, I add, “I don’t know, it’s fun.” “Fun” makes it sound like a little hobby and keeps him from inquiring further.

I sit down to eat. Dad joins me. Uh-oh.

“I’ve been thinking. . . . ,” he says. He’s using “Dad-Friend” tone. “How about we go to see a couple schools the weekend after next? You guys have that professional development day, so it’s a long weekend.”

“Oh. Um.”

“I found a couple good law programs and we can make a loop. Stanford Friday and UC Berkeley on Saturday. They offer tours. I may have even scheduled a few, and mentioned your law interest.”

I feel a surge of frustration, wishing once again that Dad might somehow see who I really want to be on his own, but I reply, “Sure.” Except as I’m saying it I remember that the Harvest Slaughter is the same weekend. “Well, but, Stanford? Really? There’s no way I’m getting in there.”

“Cat, come on. You don’t know that. And there’s no harm in looking.”

“Well, okay.” Of course that wasn’t going to work.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.