than Shepherd, or Emily, or Jeffrey, I thought, and my face burned with embarrassment. Looking away from him, feeling supremely stupid, caught between my crush and the yearbook, I said, âWe could cut a record. Record each rock group, the marching band, the concert choir, and the Madrigals. Bind a slip pocket into the yearbook to hold it. Weâd be the only yearbook in the nation with a record in it.â
Whit frowned.
Embarrassment had the effect of making it impossible to look at him anymore. I dropped my chin and stared at the linoleum. If things progressed along their usual route, I would now start to cry.
Great.
Half the Wet Duet performs again in public.
âSusan,â said Whit, âthatâs a fantastic idea.â He took both my shoulders and shook me a little, excited. A grin spread across his face. It went right into me, like an electrical charge of friendship. Cindy was right. Whit had potential.
ââCourse,â he added, frowning again, âit would be expensive. But then, this is a rich town. People can afford an expensive yearbook. And if Emilyâs all sheâs cracked up to be, the advertising will carry it anyhow.â
âThen youâll help me?â I said.
He nodded. âPerson you have to talk to is Luce. He and Carmine have been looking into making their own record. They want to stay in rock music.â
âYou mean you donât?â I said.
âNah. I donât care about the band.â
I couldnât believe it. He had had a taste of success and he didnât want to follow through?
Whit grinned. From the way he smiled down at me I actually thought he was going to kiss me, and I had time to think that yes, I wanted that, and yes, he was worth kissingâbut he rocked back on his heels. âSome people want an audience,â he said. âI guess your sister was like that. Thatâs what she wanted for her birthday and for Christmas and everything else. An audience.â
I stared at him. It explained so much! It wasnât just fame that Ashley craved, it was the audience itself: people applauding her performances. Even an audience of threeâus, her familyâmeant somebody watching her. She didnât care if they liked it. They just had to watch.
I suddenly understood one reason why my parents blocked her way. They didnât think she ought to have an audience. A sweet girl doesnât take center stage. It wasnât the electric guitar or the wild dancing they objected toâit was their daughter before an audience.
But why not? I thought. Whatâs wrong with it? Why couldnât she have that? Out loud I said, âWhy donât you want an audience, Whit?â
âI did at first. Then I found out that listening is more fun than performing. Plus, I like money. Iâm going into construction with my father. Rock music is no way to earn a living.â He laughed. âI guess I donât have to tell Ashleyâs sister that.â
Iâm Ashleyâs sister, I thought. Not Susan. I want an audience too, I guess. People who applaud me, not lose their thoughts to my sister. âYou do think the recordâs a good idea then?â I said.
âYes. And remember what I said about Shepherd. Donât let her know about this. You and I will meet Carmine and Luce to get a few details. Check with the record company theyâre dealing with. Prices. Numbers. You need a real report for the yearbook meeting. Neat little folders and columns and stuff. Thatâs Shepherdâs kind of thing. But donât tell a single other person about your idea. Shepherd would love to do you in.â
âIâm not sure why,â I said.
Whit laughed. âSure you are. Sweet suave Anthony glanced in your direction and successful sultry Shepherd canât stand it.â
I began to laugh. It was so neat to think that Whit had watched, and understood, and cared.
âKeep laughing, kid,â
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