5
Padric got to the Seafarer’s Beach parking lot half an hour before eight. He hadn’t slept well—too much frigging pizza. He’d ordered one last night with the hope that either Zoe or one of her sisters would deliver it, but a different kid had knocked on his door instead.
The teenager had introduced himself as Joseph Kenai, and he’d issued an invitation along with the pizza. Or maybe more like a plea.
“I’m working with Monica and Alexis Bellini on the first ever Last Chance to Rock Music Festival later this summer—we’re going to set up tents on Seafarer’s Beach, we got a permit and everything—and when I heard you were here, I had to try and see if you might want to come.”
“Sure, if I’m still here, I’ll come.” He’d handed over his usual forty bucks for the pizza.
“No, I mean…sing. Perf
