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Liz told me you’d been to her place so that you could use hers.”
    Suddenly, Craig remembered who Liz was – his high school girlfriend. She and Ashley had been best friends, and it had been through her that he had gotten to know Ashley and then Chad and Wayne.
    “Are you running a business or something?” Wayne asked. “I knew it! A Jew stays a Jew.”
    “And what do you sell?” Chad asked with interest.
    “Come on! I’m not running a business; I’m still a teenager, for Christ’s sake!”
    “Bro, why don’t you start selling the tickets for our concerts?”
    “What concerts, Wayne? Are you having a hallucination or what?” Ashley giggled.
    “I have plans for us to have concerts. Who knows, pretty soon we might even end up at The Viper Room,” Wayne said mysteriously. “I just need to know if you’re with me. Would you like us to get to the next level?”
    “I would,” Craig said.
    Chad nodded.
    “Ashley?”
    “You bet! Of course I would! But don’t we need an agent or a manager to get us to play onstage?”
    “Don’t worry about that, I’ve found a way.” Wayne was still talking in riddles.
    After a while Wayne went out to see Ashley home while Chad and Craig remained in the garage . Craig wanted to do some extra playing. He felt like a child who’d been given an expensive toy and he couldn’t get enough of it. Chad, for his part, had stayed to try a few different tonalities of his voice, despite the fact that he had to study math. H e just couldn’t leave the place. At some point, he turned to Craig. “Dude, are you really a Jew?”
    Craig laughed. He had never concealed his origins; besides, his surname Bloomingdale obviously suggested this fact.
    “You’re asking me as if being a Jew means a lot.”
    “No, I… it’s just I’m different, too.”
    “What’s wrong, Chad? What are you talking about?” Craig looked at him in puzzlement.
    “Well… Don’t say it to anyone. Can I trust you?”
    “I can’t stand the pressure! Come on, man, spit it out,” Craig urged him.
    “Well, I’m… All right, I’m gay!” Chad announced firmly.
    “Pff, that? God, you scared me, dude! I had the feeling you were going to confess something really frightening.”
    “So you’re okay with that?” Chad asked tentatively.
    “Sure, why not? After all it’s your life; you decide who you want to sleep with!”
    Craig resumed playing the drums. At some point, he paused because he was hit by a sudden thought.
    “And yet, I don’t understand the connection between me being a Jew and your sexual orientation. I didn’t know gay people had a soft spot for Jews.”
    Chad burst into laughter.
    At that moment, Wayne came back into the garage. He was in a high mood.
    “What’s up, guys? How are you doing?” He gave Chad five.
    “Chad just came out to me,” Craig said, carefully putting his drumsticks on the floor.
    “And told you he was gay?” Wayne asked teasingly and winked at him.
    “God, am I the last one to know?”
    “I guess so. You’re not the trusty fellow everyone here would share their secrets with.” Wayne puffed up with pride and began tuning his guitar.
    “Does Ashley know?”
    “Of course,” Chad smiled. “Actually, she was the first to find out. It’s true that women can’t keep secrets.”
    “I think it’s good you’re gay. Many people from show business are gay, too, and if we could only get to them…” Wayne sighed.
    “What are you suggesting? That I should sleep with all of them?”
    “No, not necessarily all of them. Just a few of them.” Wayne gave him a smile. “Anyway, a friend of my father’s is a rock and pop band producer. I think he might get us a live showcase. We only have to impress him and that might turn into our ticket to fame and big money. What do you think?”
    “Wayne, if we want to impress that producer you’re talking about, we need to play something really good, not another piece of teenage crap,” Craig added.
    “Are you calling