Suzie’s House 270 : Hey, Hey, I Wanna Be a Rock Star

“We could do it.” Tracy’s eyes shone all bright like they do when she gets one of those ideas, the kind that get everyone in trouble. “Seriously. We should do it.”

Gene sat on the bed with his guitar across his lap. He’d rather have had Tracy across his lap, but that always made Ben and Lisa uncomfortable. Instead, Tracy bounced next to him, making his fingers slip off the frets. If he’d been serious about playing, he’d have made her get off the bed.

“Count me out,” Lisa said with no hesitation. “I’m not the creative type.” She sat on the only chair in the room and kept looking out like the window like she was mad about something.

“That’s not true. And you play a mean flute,” Tracy insisted. “You’d be great. Can’t you see it? Gene on guitar, me on base, you on flute and Ben on drums.”

“I don’t know how to play drums. All I play is harmonica.”

“Harmonica and flute?” Gene lifted an eyebrow at Tracy.

“Learn!”

“Pft!” Ben quit playing with the lamp shade and stopped leaning against the wall. “I don’t want to.”

“Oh come on you party pooper. Don’t you want to get up on the stage and blow them away?”

“But the talent show isn’t until Spring anyway. We’ve got months to go.” Lisa stuck her chin out.

“We don’t have to wait that long. We could play… I don’t know. Somewhere.”

Which meant Tracy was thinking they could play in a bar even though it was so obvious they were under age that they couldn’t get inside one. Gene shook his head. She was one crazy girlfriend. It probably never crossed her mind they’d have to take every spare minute to practice if they wanted to sound good in front of anyone. Then again, Tracy always sounded good already, so maybe she just didn’t see it.

“Well, if that’s all you wanted to talk about, forget it. Come on, Lisa.” Ben waited for her.

“Yeah. All right.” Lisa got up and went out the door with him.

“Well then, just you and me.” Tracy grabbed Gene’s sleeve up by the shoulder.

“With just a couple of guitars?” Gene got untangled from the strap and set the guitar on a little stand Tracy gave him for Christmas. “Who’s going to want to listen to that?”

“No, no. We’ll hold auditions. We’ll be a real rock band.”

“You think anyone would audition?” He grabbed her around the waist and tugged.

“If it’s you and me, plenty of people will want to be in on it. We won’t even have to advertise. We’ll just let it slip to a couple of people. Trust me. They’ll be begging to join.”

“Sure, Babe.” He finally had her where he wanted her. He wasn’t about to say anything to mess that up. “Just tell me when and where to be, and I’m there.”

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