Chapter 19

Riki had fetched his Strat for the second set he played with the Fireflies. It still felt more comfortable to him than their less-familiar Telecaster. Playing through one of the group’s huge amps, it sounded outta sight, too.

Now as the sun sank toward the western horizon, the Crockett group hung out together, sprawled in the shade of the VW as they drank the last of the beer they’d brought along. People wandered around, many still drinking or smoking, trading names and phone numbers and stories.

Riki had given up on running into Julian Diamond. The event was probably too homegrown for the rising musician and entrepreneur. It didn’t matter so much now anyway. He felt sure he’d been accepted by the Fireflies. He even began to hope that after Lem, the member he’d replaced, was back up to speed, he’d still have a spot with them. Josh, who seemed to be as much of a leader as they had, told him more than once that he really liked Riki’s sound. No one else disputed that.