Cicada, I ping Arabella to let her know Iâm free because weâve been missing each other all day. First she was at a movie premiere, then a fashion show while I was visiting Al, and now sheâs at an after-party for the release of a horror novel called The School for Broken Children in an old college where everyone is dressed as scholars as a joke. We agreed to meet for dinner, just the two of us at The Deep End, the hottest CelebuChef restaurant in the City, then weâll hit another premiere or maybe a concert, depending on how we feel and how much Buzz Ara stills needs.
While I wait for her reply, I turn on my receiver and scan the waves for pirate radio on my way into the Distract. But then my dad calls. Not even a ping, but a real live video connection, which canât be good. Quickly I stash the receiver as he appears on my WindScreen.
âOrpheus! What the hell have you done?â he demands. âWho the hell have you been talking to?â
âHello to you, too,â I say.
âItâs all over the Buzz!â he yells as he paces his office, drink in one hand and the lights of the Distract behind him.
âWhat is?â I ask.
âThat youâre refusing to have an ASA!â He gesticulates wildly, sloshing bourbon on his shoes.
âI never said that.â
âIt must have been your mother then.â
âCouldnât be,â I tell him. âI was just with her at Alouetteâs.â
âWell someone said it,â he snarls. âThe media is having a field day.â He points to his giant wall screen where the Buzz is chaotic with images of our family.
I scroll through the headlines on my ExoScreen. Sure enough, heâs right. Itâs everywhere.
âHow do you think this makes me look?â he rages. âMy own son, a freeloader, never worked a day in his life, now refuses the very thing thatâs made our family fortune.â
âFor the fiftieth time, Iâd gladly work if youâd let me! There are lots of jobs at Chanson I could do.â
âIs that so?â Spit flies from his mouth, leaving droplets on the camera eye. âWhat can you do besides be charming and appeal to a broad range of people? Youâre no genius yet!â
My face stings like he slapped me. âIf I donât know how to do anything, thatâs your fault. Youâre the one who sent me to SCEWL. Which was a joke! All they do is groom CelebuTantes for fame.â
âWhich is exactly what I need from you. The heir apparent to my empire. Youâre supposed to look good and not screw it up. Now all you need is an ASA and this family stays in business.â
âNo, you stay in business, Dad! But what about me? What if thatâs not what I want?â
âYou selfish littleâ¦â Now Dad is so mad, heâs muttering. âI worked for everything this family has. I found your mother in the gutter and resurrected her career. I saw the writing on the wall for the entire music industry before anybody else did and I saved it. I bought the dead copyrights to huge catalogs of music then solved the digital distribution problem. You play a song, you pay. End of story. Before that, music had become a useless commodity aimed at the lowest common denominator of society. Anybody could shake their ass, auto-tune their voice, and give away a song for free on the Internet until I fundamentally changed the industry. And I did it all for you. But youâd throw it all away!â
âThatâs exactly what Calliope said youâd say!â
For a moment, my father looks startled. Then he recovers and slowly walks toward his camera so he looms large on my screen. âWhat are you doing talking to Calliope Bontempi? Are you on her side?â
âNo, of course not,â I say. âShe cornered me. I told Esther.â
He marches away, screaming, âIf you or your mother or Calliope Bontempi think you can take me down,
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