"Bradley Denton - We Love Lydia Love" - читать интересную книгу автора (Denton Bradley)

You are Christopher.

Thanks to both of us, then.

The pickup doesn’t have air-conditioning, which says something about
Christopher’s economic situation before he met Lydia. I roll down both windows
and let the hot breeze blast me as I follow the twisting highway eastward alongside
the Guadalupe River. Kerrville, a small town with a big reputation, is just a few miles
away.

Its big reputation is the result of its annual folk-music festival, but I stopped
going to the festival two years ago. It seemed as if almost everyone was using
amplifiers and distortion, trying to be Lydia Love. She’s my favorite singer too, but
some of these kids can’t get it through their heads that if Lydia didn’t make it big by
trying to look and sound like someone else, they shouldn’t try to look and sound like
someone else either.

Like I’ve got room to talk. It’s only now that I do look and sound like
someone else that I have a shot at a future in the music business.

The supermarket’s the first thing on my left as I come into town. After parking
the track, I find a pay phone on the store’s outside wall, run the cash card through it,
and punch up Danny Daniels’ number in Dallas. Daniels is an L.A. boy, but he says
he’ll be working at CCA-Dallas until he can get a new Lydia Love album in the can.
If he wants to stay close to her, he’d do better to relocate to CCA-Austin — but
when I pointed that out, he gave a theatrical shudder and said, “Hippies.” I guess
Dallas is closer to being his kind of scene.

He comes on the line before it rings. “Yo, Christopher,” he says. “Except for
that minor bout of impotence this morning, you’re doing peachy-keen. Keep it up.
And I mean that.”

Unlike the original Christopher, I know that I’m being observed while I’m with
Lydia. But there ought to be limits.

“You don’t have to watch us screw,” I say. “Sex is just sex. It’s the other
stuff that’ll break us up.”

“But sex is part of ‘the other stuff,’ Chris,” Daniels says. “So just pretend
you’re alone with her. Besides, if everything continues going peachy-keen, I’m the
only one who’ll see it. And it’s not like I’m enjoying it.”

How could anyone not enjoy seeing Lydia Love naked? I wonder.

Or is that Christopher? You are Christopher.

Not when I’m on the phone with Danny Daniels.

You are Christopher. Let me think.