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The Last Days (Peeps #2)(6)
Author: Scott Westerfeld

Zahler glanced at me, eyes narrowed, and I realized that if I decided to blow this off right now, he would march out of there with me. And I almost did, because the Big Riff was sacred, part of our friendship from the beginning, and Pearl was talking about tearing it up just to make room for her towers of electronic overkill.

I glared up at all those winking lights, wondering how she was supposed to squeeze that much gear into anyone else's sound without squishing it.

"Plus, it's not really a song," she added. "More like a guitar solo that doesn't go anywhere."

"Whoa..." I breathed. "Like a what?"

"A guitar solo that doesn't go anywhere," Zahler repeated, nodding. I stared at him.

"I mean, you guys want to do songs, right?" Pearl continued. "With verses and choruses and stuff? Don't you think the Big Riff could use a B section?"

"Fool idea," Zahler said. Then he scratched his head. "What's a B section?"

4. NEW ORDER

-  ZAHLER-

The new girl was intense. And kind of hot.

She could pull a tune apart like it was nothing. Not like Moz, who always talked in circles. Pearl could just hum what she meant, fingers waving little patterns, like she was seeing air-notes at the same time. I watched carefully, wishing my fingers could do that.

She was one of those girls who looked better in glasses - all smart and stuff.

The way she stripped down the Big Riff was totally fawesome. Like I knew would happen, she didn't touch my part. My part is basic, the foundation of the Riff. But Moz's jamming could get kind of random, like she'd said about pizza. You know when they have the sundae bar at school where you make your own sundae? I always add toppings until the ice cream disappears, and it winds up kind of disgusting. Give him enough room, and Moz's playing can get like that.

Don't get me wrong - the Mosquito's a genius, a way better player than me, and there was some pretty fool stuff in his Big Riff zigzags. But it took Pearl to pick out his best threads and weave them back together in a way that made sense.

She explained that a B section was a completely different part of a song, like when the chorus has a different riff, or everything slows down or changes key. Me and Moz didn't do that too much, because I'm happy playing the same four chords all day long and he's happy buzzing around on top of them.

But when you think about it, most songs do have B sections, and we sort of hadn't noticed that ours almost never did. So the moral of the story is, you shouldn't be in a band with just two people for six years. Kind of saps your perspective.

Moz was all buzzy at first, like the Big Riff was his pet frog that Pearl was dissecting. He kept looking at me and making faces, but I eyeballed him into submission. Once he saw that I thought Pearl was okay, he sort of had to listen to her. It hadn't been my idea to drag my ax all the way down here, after all.

In the end, Moz was no idiot, and only an idiot would mind listening to a smart, hot girl telling him something that's for his own good. And for the good of the band, which is what the three of us were already turning into.

It was fawesome to watch. All the years Moz and I had been jamming, it was about adding more to the riffs. So it felt great to see stuff getting erased, to sweep away all the mosquito-droppings and get back to the foundation.

Which, like I said before, is where I'm happiest.

Once the Big Riff was cleaned up, Pearl started playing. I'd figured she was going to blow us away with some kind of thousand-note-a-minute alternafunk jazz, because she'd been in that Juilliard band. But everything she played was sweet and simple. She spent most of her time poking around with her mouse, diluting the tones flowing from her synthesizers until they were thin enough to sneak through the folds of the Big Riff.

In the end, I realized that Pearl was playing some of the lines she'd erased from Moz's part. Even though she'd simplified them, the whole thing wound up bigger, like an actual band instead of two guitarists trying to sound like one.

And then came the moment when the whole thing finally clicked, totally paranormal, falling into place like an explosion played backwards.

I yelled, "You know, we should record this!"

Moz nodded, but Pearl just laughed. "Guys, I've been recording the whole time." She pointed at the computer screen.

"Really?" Moz skidded us to a halt. "You didn't say anything about that."

I eyeballed him to calm down. The Mosquito is always afraid that someone's going to steal our riffs.

Pearl just shrugged. "Sometimes people choke when you press the red button. So I just keep my hard disk spinning. Here, listen."

She fiddled with her mouse, popping in and out of the last two hours, little snatches of us, like we'd already been turned into cell-phone ringtones. In a few seconds, she pinned down the one-minute stretch where the New Big Riff had somehow flipped inside out and become perfect.

We all sat there, listening. Moz's and my mouths were open.

We'd finally nailed it. After six years...

"Still needs a B section," Pearl said. "And drums. We should get a drummer."

"And a bass player," I said.

She looked at me. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Moz said. "What kind of band doesn't have a bass?"

She shrugged. "What kind of band has only two guitarists? One thing at a time. You guys know any drummers?"

Moz shrugged.

"Yeah, they're hard to find," Pearl said, shaking her head. "The System had a couple of percussionists but no real drummer. That's part of why we sucked. But I know a few from school." She shrugged.

"I know this girl," I said. "She's great."

Moz looked at me, all buzzy again. "You do? You never told me about any drummer."

"You never told me we were looking for one." I shrugged. "Besides, I don't really know her, just seen her play. She's fawesome."

"Probably not available, then," Pearl said, shaking her head. "There's never enough drummers to go around."

"Um, I think she might be available," I said. What I didn't mention was that she didn't exactly have real drums and that I'd never seen her playing with a band, only in Times Square, asking for spare change. Or that she might also be sort of homeless, as far as I could tell. Unless she really liked playing in Times Square and wearing the same army jacket and pair of jeans every day.

   
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