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Stones t-shirt that I hoped would help me blend into the crowd of rock fans. I didn’t have any jeans with holes in them, but I did have a pair of unattractive sweatpants that at least got the color right: black.
    “And my parents don’t care where I am most of the time.” He laughed. “I guess we don’t have to worry about getting grounded over this. I still don’t know where we’re going to stay tonight.”
    “We’re camping,” I said. “Right here in the car. It’s an adventure , Seth.”
    “It’s going to be uncomfortable , Alice,” he said, mimicking my excitement. “At least tell me what’s going on. Please. I’m so clueless right now.”
    “Briar, would you do the honors?”
    Briar cleared his throat. “There is a Corrupted fiddler who was once married to a princess. They broke up, presumably because the fiddler’s heavy drinking caused problems. The princess loves music and so, in order to intentionally hurt her, the fiddler plans to steal all of the music from the planet.”
    “Oh.” He pulled into the left lane, speeding up just a little bit. “So just your run-of-the-mill scorned ex-boyfriend, then.”
    “Pretty much,” I said.
    “Do you think he can really do it?”
    I shrugged, watching corn crops pass by along the highway. “He’s going to try his best. He’s already stolen music from who knows how many people. I just hope we can get it back.”
    “How would he pull it off?”
    “My best guess,” said Briar, “is that his guitar—that is to say, his modified fiddle—will have the same power over anyone watching the farewell show. He is no doubt banking on the farewell show being passed around.”
    Seth snapped his fingers. “Oh, right! So the video goes viral, and pretty soon everyone is losing their music.”
    “And no one will remember it happening,” I added.
    “Pretty devious. Holy crap, I’m totally freaked out now. We need to listen to some killer tunes stat .” His hand reached out for the volume dial on the radio. He turned it up just a little bit. “Dancing Queen” by Abba was playing on the radio. Seth started singing along.
    Kinda.
    “Seen that girl,” he sang out of tune, “watch her scream, kicking the dancing queen!”
    I laughed. “Those aren’t the lyrics, you bonehead.”
    “Sure they are.”
    “No. Listen.” I turned up the music louder, then sang along to the chorus: “Sea of whirl, witching scene, within the dancing queen!”
    Briar and Seth both started laughing. “That’s not even close!” Seth exclaimed. “Briar, you wanna give it a try?”
    Briar waited for the next chorus. “I do believe they’re saying Sea that curls, within seas, tickle the dancing queen.”
    We all laughed.
    “OK, more,” Seth said, changing the radio. A classic song from The Killers came on. Seth started singing, “He doesn’t have to eat his Cheese Nips …”
    Briar’s paw found the Seek button, changing it to an oldies station where Creedence Clearwater Revival was playing. “There’s a bathroom on the right!” he exclaimed with glee.
    I switched over to a rock station playing the Rolling Stones. I recognized it and sang along, “I’ll never leave your feast ‘a burnin’!”
    By the time we arrived in Minneapolis, it was dinner time and all of our voices were hoarse from singing. Minneapolis sat right beside the city of St. Paul, and together they were a sight to behold: two cities scrunched up together; tall skyscrapers, some of them with rounded tops and some of them with staircase-like corners; a beautiful river filled with white sailboats. We made our way into the city, guided in no small part by Briar’s intrepid map. We knew where the show was going to take place: The Triangle. We knew what was going to happen: certain doom.
    What we needed next was a place to picnic. We found it after we got off the highway. In fact, you couldn’t miss it. We knew it was the best place to picnic because the park contained a giant cherry. To be more