music that she was anxious to experiment with. There were a couple of open-mike events coming up at local coffeehouses, and she was thinking about maybe trying out some of her stuff there in the next couple of months.
She picked up her guitar and started fooling around with a melody line sheâd come up with the night before. It felt good to just play, to let herself get lost in the music. The notes seemed to fall into place easily, and soon she had turned the short phrase into a longer one. She played it again and again, trying it out and changing a note here and there until she had something she really liked. She played it again.
Something about that sounds really familiar, she thought suddenly. But what was it? She played the music again, listening carefully. Was it something sheâd heard on the radio? She didnât think so, as she usually always remembered other peopleâs songs. But there was definitely something about the music that she had heard before.
Then it hit herâshe was playing part of the faerie music. It was a snippet of the song that Spider and the others had played as part of her âtestâ to see if she was good enough to join them. She had re-created it almost exactly as sheâd heard it. Although sheâd done her best to push that night from her mind, here it was coming back to her, and through the one thing she thought was hers and hers aloneâher music.
Angrily, she put down the guitar and stared at her hands. Why couldnât she get away from the memories of that night? Why did she have to keep thinking about it? The song had seemed so beautiful to her before she remembered its true source. It hadnât come from her own imagination; it had come from Spiderâs, and from the instruments of the awful kids who had put her through such a terrifying ordeal.
Great, she thought, now youâre in my music, too.
She sighed. This wasnât like her. Normally nothing could get to her. Sheâd always prided herself on being tough, invincible. She liked it that the other kids at school were sort of afraid of her. Sheâd even liked it in the beginning when Kate had been afraid of her, and the reason sheâd taken to Annie so quickly was because sheâd been strong enough to stand up to her. Very few people could do that. Just as very few people could make her doubt herself. But thatâs what Spider and the others had done. Even Bird, who had helped her out in the end, had left her with more questions than answers. Nothing about that night made sense, and now she was being reminded of it all over again.
Just then the phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She was glad to have a distraction, though, and she picked it up with a relieved âHello?â
âHey,â said a guyâs voice. âItâs me.â
Cooper relaxed. It was T.J. He was probably the one person she really didnât mind hearing from right then. In fact, lately sheâd started looking forward to hearing from him.
âWhatâs up?â she asked, trying to sound casual.
âNot much,â he said. âI just happened to score two tickets for the Blink-182 show Thursday night at the Forum, and I thought Iâd see if you wanted to go.â
Do I want to go? Cooper thought. Of course I want to go!
âI guess,â she said.
âCool,â said T.J. âIâll come by around seven, unless you want to get together earlier and get something to eat. Or whatever. We donât have to if youâd rather not.â
âHey, a girl has to eat,â Cooper replied. âHow about we meet at the pizza place by the club at six?â
âSure,â T.J. answered. âSee you then.â
Cooper hung up. She was surprised at how much she was looking forward to the evening. But was it because she was seeing Blink-182 or because she was seeing them with T.J.? Sheâd been to a lot of shows. In fact, sheâd seen Blink-182 about
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