you would go with a smile on your face and youâd be in very good company. Look for yourself.â
Skark gestured with a gold-tipped cane to a row of close-up photographs of alien smilesâsome fanged, some drooling blue spittle, some double-tonguedâwhich were hanging on the wall of the bus.
âAre those all pictures of creatures who died smiling in here?â I said.
âSome individuals canât keep up with the lifestyle, Iâm afraid,â said Skark.
âAre you going to keep talking down there, or are you going to introduce me?â said a voice above me.
I looked up. Dangling inches from my head was a guy in his late twenties or early thirties who was doing pull-ups on a bar bolted to an apparatus that looked a bit like an air conditioner. He was obviously human, and he was wearing a brown knit hat and a white tank top printed with the Statue of Liberty, which showed off his defined biceps. He looked like he hadnât shaved in a few days, and his cheeks were smeared with brown and black whiskers.
âBennett, I give you the second member of my band and our only thoroughbred humanâ¦bassist Cad Charleston.â
Cad dropped to the floor and shook my hand.
âGood to meet you,â said Cad. âSorry about how much of a pain it was to get a burger. We donât come here often, and you know how singers and drummers have appetites.â
âWhoâs the drummer?â I said.
â I am the drummer,â said Driver. âAnd the driver, and the bandâs manager, ever since we ran into financialââ
âI will not talk about money with new friends,â said Skark. âIt is the pinnacle of impoliteness. Iâm sure such a young fan has questions he is burning to ask the band, so let us hear them.â
Skark, Driver, and Cad looked at me.
âWell?â said Skark.
âWhatâ¦band is this?â I said.
Skarkâs eyes went wide, and he lifted himself to his feet. He was easily eight feet tall, and he towered over me, which had become increasingly uncommon for anyone to be able to do in the wake of my growth spurt.
â What band is it? You snuck onto this bus, and now youâre pretending you donât know the name of the band?â
âHe came on the bus for a cheeseburger, not to ask the band questions,â said Driver.
âI donât care why he got on, Iâm insulted,â said Skark. âBennettâyou are standing on the tour bus of one of the musical treasures of the universe. The band whose music forged peace between the Bluebranch Lantern Galaxy and the Mosaic Mauna Cluster. The band whose tight clothing caused a sexual revolution in Poochicana Nebula B-67. The band who with one slow jam created the building blocks of life on the barren Spindlefan Asteroid. We are the Perfectly Reasonable.â
I chuckled.
âIâm so tired of people laughing whenever they hear the name of our bandâ¦,â said Driver.
âThe Perfectly Reasonable is a wonderful name,â said Skark. âIt captures our good looks and our judicious minds in three small words.â
â Reasonable isnât that small a word,â said Driver.
âWeâre not one of the musical treasures of the universe,â said Cad. â Universal Beat magazine just ranked us out of the top billion. â
âWeâre one billion sixteenth,â said Skark. âLetâs not blow it out of proportion. Nobody reads past the first fifty or so anyway.â
âWe used to have our own space station, with swimming pools ,â said Cad.
âI miss our private chef,â said Driver.
âI miss our menagerie of exotic animals,â said Cad.
âWould you please stop bitching,â said Skark. âWe are playing the Dondoozle Festival in less than a week, and when we do, our comeback will be complete.â
Skark turned to me.
âForgive me if it sounds like weâre speaking
Michele Hauf
Jacqueline Pearce
LS Silverii
Nathan Lowell
Christi Caldwell
Sophia Hampton
Adele Downs
Thomas Berger
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Tara Brown writing as A.E. Watson