om…boom； whack！ The candles practically shake in their holders； then
guitars rip through the air and about blow them out。 Matt
and Mike look up at the speakers； then grin at each other and call over to my dad； “Surround
sound — awesome setup； Mr。 Loski！”
All the adults were dying to jump up and turn the thing down； but Lyta stood guard and
just glowered at them。 And when the song's over；
Lyta pulls out the CD； punches off the player； and then smiles — actually smiles — at
Matt and Mike and says； “That is the raddest song。 I want
to hear it again and again and again。”
Matt…or…Mike says to my dad； “You probably don't like it； but it's what we do。”
“You boys wrote that song？”
“Uh…huh。”
He motions Lyta to pass the CD over； saying； “Just the one song？”
Matt…or…Mike laughs and says； “Dude； we've got a thousand songs； but there's only three on
the demo。”
Dad holds up the CD。 “This is the demo？”
“Yeah。”
He looks at it a minute and says； “So if you're Piss Poor； how do you afford to press CDs？”
“Dad！” Lyta snaps at him。
“It's okay； Lyn。 Just a joke； right； Mr。 Loski？”
My dad laughs a little and says； “Right；” but then adds； “Although I am a little curious。 This is
obviously not a home…done demo； and I happen to
know studio time's cost…prohibitive for most bands…。”
Matt and Mike interrupt him with a slamming hard high five。 And