Mark on crack,â Jasmine said, ducking behind an armchair. Sasha was pitching ice cubes at her head.
âWhat are you talking about?â Kiki knew her voice sounded funny, but she couldnât help it. The truth of Jasmineâs words hit her like a wave of feedback blasting through stadium speakers.
âHeâs like Mark two-point-O, the debugged version, with better graphics.â Jasmine held up her hands for a truce and Sasha dropped her ice cube back into her soda. âLyman is smart, like Mark, but even smarter. Heâs got to be, to write like that. Mark is musical, like Lyman, but Mark only got into it because you and Franklin made him. Lyman is so into it heâs competing. And heâs got serious talent. Well, you heard him.â
âYeah.â All four of them sighed. They had listened to Lymanâs music in homeroom on Kikiâs iPod. The three tracks from Lymanâs website were pretty amazing. All three began with a piano solo, but they were layered with samples of choirs singing, or a single, scratchy vocal track that had to come from the â20s or â30s, and traffic sounds, and crickets, and all kinds of things that you wouldnât normally think of as music. The production quality was bad enough to give Kiki goosebumps, but the music was phenomenal. No matter what happened between her and Lyman, she was definitely going to get her managers to listen to his demo. His music was a lot better than some of the electronica already in the RGB catalogue.
âI see what youâre saying,â Camille said. âBut thereâs one important difference between Mark and Lyman.â
âLymanâs cuter?â Sasha suggested, sprawling on one of the dusty couches, rejects from the teacherâs lounge downstairs.
âMaybe. I think both of them need a haircut.â Camille frowned, trying to decide which one was better-looking. Of course, now that Jasmine had mentioned their other similarities, Kiki realized that they even looked a lot alike.
âThe big difference between Mark and Lyman is that Lyman actually wants to go out with me,â Kiki said, trying not to sound pitiful.
âI already said that Lyman was the smart one,â Jasmine said.
âBut you also said that he was a freak.â
She shrugged. âHe is. But I didnât say that was a bad thing.â
Kiki sighed, then ate another bite of lo mein. She always meant to wake up early and make herself a real lunch, but she always slept in and wound up eating leftovers.
âHome-school kids are always weird.â Jasmine settled next to Kiki on the couch. âBut letâs face it, K.âyouâre not exactly the queen of normal.â
âIâm not a freak.â
âYouâre a very freaky girl,â Jasmine sang in her creaky, atonal alto voice, which always made Kiki laugh. She almost fell off the couch when Jasmineâs voice broke on, âThe kind you donât bring home to Momma!â
âItâs âmother,â Jazz, and Iâve never met a mother who didnât like me. They usually think Iâm a good influence.â
âYou usually are a good influence, âcause youâre hanging out with musician types. But you could probably corrupt this Lyman guy, hard-core. Iâm telling you, home-school guys are weird little mommaâs boys.â Jasmine paused thoughtfully, then said, âI wonder if heâs gay.â
Sasha caught Kikiâs eyes across the battered coffee table, covered with all that was left of their lunch, and made the âredneck faceââa special combination of lolling tongue and rolling eyes that meant that somebody, usually Jasmine, sounded like a backward and countrified Southerner stereotype.
âWell, Iâll let you know if heâs gay or not on Saturday morning. Weâre going out Friday night.â
âWHAT?â This time Camille almost fell off the sofa. Kiki
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