Camouflage

“Can I borrow your phone?” Sarah said to Ziggy after we were done with vocal exercises. I was feeling very calm afterward. So calm it was like being stoned.

So calm that I sat there, zoned out, listening to Sarah call her mother. She stood in the kitchen, leaning against the wall, holding the phone to her ear, while Ziggy bustled around her making tea.
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Tie Your Mother Down

So it turns out you don’t have to do a lot of drugs or have a lot of sex to have what I–and probably most people–would consider a rock star weekend. Magenta seemed determined to prove us “kids” weren’t going to outlast her and when you have three lead-singer types hanging out together, they will sort of compete with each other for the spotlight. Okay, maybe “compete” isn’t the right word, but whenever one would cede center stage, another one would step up. It meant things never got dull and I was content to be along for the ride.
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Too Much Joy

We didn’t leave Jordan’s until brunch time the next day, when Sarah insisted on showing Magenta the best breakfast spot in the city, which was a diner in Hell’s Kitchen. It didn’t strike me as all that different from a hundred other diners in Manhattan but Sarah had settled on this one as her favorite so we were happy to go along with that. From there we kidnapped Magenta to Sarah’s apartment in a cab.
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Give It Away

Jordan and I got talking some time after midnight. Of course we were still there. Jordan had eventually put a small tumbler of fine bourbon into my hand and I had been nursing it slowly like a long conversation with an old friend. J and his beau had left but a couple more people had dropped by and we were having fun watching Sarah and Magenta move from circling each other cautiously to being attached at the hip like they’d known each other forever. It hadn’t really occurred to me because it wasn’t something that affected me personally–I mean, it’s not like I cared–but Madge was older than we were by a fair bit. She and Toph were goths and I pretty much thought of goths as a Generation X thing, but the first generation of them were from the Baby Boom.

But it came out when we were talking about Wednesday’s Child. “The band’s name is totally ironic, you know,” she said, taking a hit of some very fine California weed Jordan provided. “But my stage persona is basically demented fifteen-year-old girl psycho killer.”
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Good Time

A minute later Sarah burst in. “Oh my God, I’m sorry to crash your party but arrrghhhhhhhh!” She made a long, low scream of frustration. “I had to get away from my mother.”

Jordan shooed her toward the table, where there were more chairs than people, while he went to get another wine glass. “I thought there was some chance you might show up.”
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The Escape Club

Somehow Ziggy and I were the first to arrive at Jordan’s. But the table had ten chairs around it. Trying to do the dinner guest thing right, Ziggy and I had brought a bottle of gourmet olive oil instead of wine.

Jordan cooed appropriately over the oil and put it directly into a rack next to the stovetop.
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Fear of the Unknown

I met Matthew at a coffee place he liked, where they had a downstairs room with lots of little tables and chairs. We settled ourselves with very large mugs of coffee in one corner where the chairs were low and soft. There was music playing I didn’t recognize–good music, I mean–which earned the place points in my book.

“So,” he said, when we were settled, “we didn’t really get a chance to catch up the other night. You look like you’re doing okay.”
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Coast is Clear

By the time dinner was over, I had pages from two numbers that looked familiar. One I was fairly sure was Jordan’s, and the other was also a New York number. I knew midnight wasn’t too late to call Jordan so I did, from Barrett’s kitchen phone after Ziggy and I made a token attempt at helping with the dishes.
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Bust a Move

You’re probably wondering what was going on with the lawsuits, too. I’ll get to that. We eventually ended up back at Ziggy’s, and Barrett invited us to come up to his apartment for dinner.

That afternoon I wanted to do my vocal exercises, but Ziggy didn’t have a piano–unless you counted a keyboard synthesizer he had propped on end between the desk in the office and the wall which I didn’t feel like setting up. (And even if I had, I’m not sure there was an amp.)
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Sea of Sorrow

Ziggy had changed clothes between the club and the loft. He was wearing a denim jacket that once might have been light blue but had been remade violet over a tight white undershirt.

Jonathan was holding him forcibly against a wall by his grip on Ziggy’s jacket sleeves, or maybe he was holding himself up, since he seemed somewhat unsteady. They were chest to chest. Ziggy, for his part, was wriggling like a cat trying to get away from a veterinarian.
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