Katie showed up halfway through our second set of the day, wearing the same galaxy-far-far-away up-do, but this time with a golden medieval dress—where did she get all these costumes?! She jumped up and down squealing as Peter danced around me with his flute, like a snake charmer trying to…well, he didn’t need a flute to charm my snake. I battled him off with my superior fiddling skills while Hitomi and Doug played backups on percussion.
“You guys are a hoot,” Katie said when most of the crowd had dispersed. She was allowed backstage, according to Hitomi—the real ringleader of this outfit, if we were being honest—because she had saved their asses by procuring me out of thin air in their time of need.
“Thanks,” Peter said, and flashed his white smile. I couldn’t quite shake the image out
