The band broke up. George received an email from Lonnie saying he was sorry, but he decided that he just didn't want to be a rockstar anymore, said he wanted to grow up, whatever that meant. Turns out George felt sort of the same way, but not Harry. He never wanted to be a rockstar in the first place, he just wanted to jam with his buddies, and maybe entertain a room of bored, drunk people on Friday nights. What was so immature about that?
He arrived to pick Logan up shirtless and shoeless, with the band's first demo tape blaring in his Honda. He sat outside and honked the horn along with the bassline.
Logan had been aimlessly flipping channels all afternoon and had downed three-and-a-quarter bowls of mac and cheese. The honking snapped him out of a daze and he found himself more than surprised to see his father shirtless and smoking a cigarette at the wheel of his car. The numbness of the long afternoon began to recede as he slipped into his sneakers.
Harry barely glanced toward Logan as he entered the car. The stereo's bass shook Logan's stomach, but he didn't move to turn the stereo down. Harry put the car into drive and Logan noticed how his father's sagging stomach twitched as he turned the steering wheel.
"What do you want to do today, Logan?" Harry had to shout over the stereo, but still refused to turn his head and Logan tried to think of what he did to upset his father.
"We'll go to the beach then, if you don't mind."