Nolan sat cross-legged on the floor (a manner of sitting my niece Jaycie calls “criss-cross apple sauce” and what was called “Indian style” when I was a kid), Lucinda, my guitar, draped across his lap. Liam sat on the other side of the guitar petting the green surface.
“We’re going to play so loud, we’ll shake the house,” Nolan said.
“Yeah,” Liam said, running his fingers across the fret board.
“Cade can play the drums.”
“I can play the keytar,” Liam said. Which made me laugh from my spot on the La-Z-Grrl. He was just mispronouncing guitar, having no idea what a keytar actually is.
“We’ll call our band Cheese Records.”
“No,” Liam said.
“How about Johnny Cash?” Nolan suggested.
“That would freak me out,” Liam said.
“How about Aunt Jodi’s Guitar?”
“That might freak me out too,” Liam said (he claims everything he doesn’t like freaks him out).
“Liam,” Nolan said. “We can’t be in a band if everything freaks you out.”
I think some sort of squabble ensued at that point. I don’t remember.