Wise Young Fool by Sean Beaudoin

Author:Sean Beaudoin [BEAUDOIN, SEAN]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Juvenile Fiction / Boys & Men, Juvenile Fiction / Family - Parents, Juvenile Fiction / Performing Arts - Music, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues - Dating & Sex
ISBN: 9780316235105
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2013-08-06T04:00:00+00:00

Elliot rolls up on me, hard.

“Lacy Duplais can sing.”

“Sure she can.”

He’s standing at my locker, nodding like a mynah.

“For serious. Chick comes up and goes, ‘Hey, Elliot H, did you know that I sing?’ ”

“She called you Elliot H?”

“Says she’s been in chorus for years. Says she wants to get with the band. Wise Young Foolio. I think it’s a good idea.”

“Uh-uh. No way.”

“Dude, we need her, okay? Vocal-wise, you and me aren’t cutting shit for mustard.”

“Yeah, but I—”

“Yeah but you nothing. I already invited her. Gave her some lyrics to study.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“I get no say?”

“Sure you do. Say yes.”

“No.”

“Have you seen her new red hair? It’s wild. It’s the perfect look. It’s total album-cover action.”

“Curtains don’t match the drapes.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

“Good, so it’s settled.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s completely unsettled. We only have two weeks left. There’s no way she can learn all the songs by then.”

“She thinks she can. Swears she’s gonna live and die Wise Young Fool. Besides, we’re practicing every day until go time. She doesn’t work out, she doesn’t work in.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“To win Hollyrock you got to be Hollyrock, homes. Everyone loves a cute girl singer, especially judges and producers. They particularly love someone can actually sing on key. And since we don’t have a pound of coke to hand out as bribes, she’s our next best bet.”

“True,” I admit. “But—”

He waves me off. “Bottom line, if Lacy’s got real chops, I’ll switch to bass. Then we got ourselves a full lineup.”

My jaw ratchets down to the tile. “You’re not playing guitar anymore?”

“I dig bass. But I had to wait until you figured your way out of the maze. And man, you so have.”

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is that you fucking shred now, Ritchie. Haven’t you heard yourself the last few practices? You play better leads than me. All that making out with The Paul? For once blood, sweat, and tears pays off for the lower classes.”

It’s the first time Elliot has ever complimented my guitar playing. In any way, shape, or form. Usually he just frowns and makes a face like he’s about to pass a kidney stone.

“Thanks.”

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