The next day was Saturday—no classes, no gigs scheduled, a free day as far as Larry was concerned—but the moment Doug woke up, he started talking about getting the band together to practice. “We were on fire last night!” he cried, already too manic despite the early hour. “We need to keep this energy going, strike while it’s hot, keep it going. Who’s with me?”
Larry was the only band member in their attic room—it was barely eight in the morning, who knew where the others were? He only wanted to pull the bed covers up over his head and sleep another two hours, if he could. But Doug seemed to be on fire himself, bouncing all over the place, hopped up on more than his usual Lucky Charms and chocolate milk this morning. He snatched up the phone off his desk to call someone, Larry couldn’t ima
