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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 96 "Travis doesn't deserve to be abducted by aliens," Feste said. "They should've at least taken someone capable of appreciating the experience." In the basement Popsicle said, "What is it?" but Kell couldn't hear him. He bent over his guitar and pushed the top page of the symphony gently off the amp, and his lips moved as he read the music like a liturgy. "Listen," Anthony said, "Do you feel it? Wait a minute and you'll feel it." The music started in the chest. A claustrophobic tightening that amassed like hardening cement. Lindsay thought it was strange and wonderful. Her fingertips vibrated, and she could feel the sound flooding up her arms, a paroxysm of dissonant tones that somehow harmonized in her guts. Blind Nate crept halfway down the stairs and said, "What's going on?" But no one heard him because all their heads had filled with blood. Already Blind Nate could see the song pool in their earlobes and overflow and ran down their necks in bright burgundy streaks. |