true.â
âI canât see you.â
âThen apparently the song you just sang is wrong,â said the heckler. âI guess I can hide.â
âCoward,â said Skark. âInsulting me and then refusing to show yourself. Where are you?â
No response.
âIt better not be Ferguson out there harassing this band,â said Skark. âIs it Ferguson? I know itâs Ferguson.â
Ferguson?
âItâs not Ferguson,â said the voice. âBut the band was better when Ferguson was in it, if you ask me.â
â Cower in the crowd all you want, poltroon,â said Skark. âBut this Friday afternoon weâre playing the Dondoozle Festival, and weâll have a whole new set of material.â
Cad and Driver looked at each other. The idea of having a new set of material by Friday seemed to be news to them.
âWho the hell plays the opening slot?â said the voice. âDidnât you used to close festivals?â
Skark climbed an amplifier at the front of the stage, holding the mike at his side and staring into the crowd, searching for his accuser.
â Somebody has to open the festival,â he said. âItâs an honor. â
âNobody cares about the opening act,â said the voice. â You guys suck.â
âTonight is a warm-up for our true glory ,â said Skark. âA warm-up you donât deserve, based on these outbursts.â
The crowd grumbled.
Cad leaned into his microphone and tried to do damage control.
âYou actually do deserve it,â said Cad. âWe love you. Sorry about Skark. Letâs move forward and give you a good shoââ
âDonât you dare apologize for me,â said Skark. âIf you want to continue the show on your own, youâre more than welcome to, but Iâm done. Good night. â
Skark kicked down his mike and stormed away from the stage, grabbing his Spine Wine off an amplifier as he disappeared into the wings, the audience booing him in his wake. Food and beverage containers rained down on the stage. Cad watched Skark go, then turned back to his microphone and spoke again, dodging cans and tubes of meat.
âIâm sorry ,â he said. âIâm as angry as you are. Full refunds will be offered at the doorâ¦.â
Driver shook his head at Cad. We canât do that.
âFull refunds will be offered eventually ,â said Cad. âWeâre running a little tight at the moment.â
I saw audience members working in teams to rip seats from the floor, pushing and pulling until the chairs broke free. They lifted them above their heads, and furniture poured onto the stage as Cad and Driver bolted for the wings. If ever there was a band that needed to break up, it was this one. I just hoped it didnât happen until I found Sophie.
Getting probed would have been better than dealing with these guys.
Backstage, Skark and Cad were screaming at each other as the roadies and Driver stood around bored, having seen this display many times before. I lingered off to the side, munching on an appetizer that tasted like a crab cake but looked a bit like a marshmallow Peep. I was annoyed with myself for not possessing any culinary talentâif I had kitchen skills, maybe I would have been able to reverse engineer some of this food and open an artisanal small-plate restaurant if I ever got back home. Another employment opportunity if and when I didnât get into college.
I licked the crumbs off my fingers and waited for the drama to settle so I could get back to the business of finding Sophie.
âYou cannot keep stopping our shows to yell at hecklers,â said Cad. âEspecially one who is telling the truth. The last time we were here, we did play the same set list, and the crowd knew that fact because these are the only fans we have left. And what about telling the crowd weâll have an entire new set of material at Dondoozle?
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