"Nuclear Fruitbowl? What sort of a name for an album is that?" said Lucy, looking at the CD.
"It's not," Gabe called from the kitchen, "it's the name of a band. The album is 'The Candle Incident'. It's one of Martin's I'm holding hostage until he returns my 'Clash' albums. I keep meaning to rip it. I think they are friends of his"
"Bet he was mortified when he found out the Old Man liked his music. What are they like?"
"Clash, Damned, the sort of stuff I listened to at Uni."
Lucy took the CD out of the case, and put it in the stereo. "Not exactly Sinatra and Mozart, then."
Gabe put his head round the door "You know me, like to get in touch with my teenage side occasionally," he said, looking at her and waggling his eyebrows. "Do want Worcester Sauce on this?"
Lucy listened to the first track. "Oh how very us," she called to him, "all teen angst in the back of the bus."
"Will you shut up about Annie," came the reply. She smiled, and as the second track, 'Masquerade' came on, sat and checked her text messages. After about thirty seconds she listened more intently.
I guess what I mean to say/What mask is it you wear today/And won't you tell me,/What does it mean?
Lucy wondered if Gabe knew about Charlie's 'Masks'
"Have you actually listened to the lyrics?"
"It's just, No, don't worry."
Some chapters later
"He's got this CD by some rock band, and it seems like they wrote half the album about him, and he hasn't seen it. He's heard the lyrics, but not joined the dots!"
"We told you sweetie, he's very good with other people's relationships, but can't see his own!"
edited 9th Apr '12 2:02:48 AM by LastHussar
Do the job in front of you.