“You like Blondie?!” I said. “But they’re on The Radio.”
“That wasn’t their fault,” La Renarde said. “They were actually Punks.”
Punks are MusicPeople Reality Travelers about realizing The Radio sucks.
“They just got accidentally popular enough that The Radio played them against their will.”
“Great! Play ‘Call Me.’”
“Call Me,” is a song about someone wanting someone they like to call them. Then once on the phone, they can make plans to go on a date.
“No, not that one! The Radio plays it all the time. If we’re going to listen to Blondie, it has to be one of their non-Radio songs, like ‘Sunday Girl.’”
Then she put it on. I’d never heard it before, but it was catchy and had many of the qualities the Beatles invented in the Great List of Songs, and I liked it.
“What’s it about?” I said.
“Sunday Girl” La Renarde said, “is a song about being half in French, which is so Reality Travel cuz every other song only has the courage to be all in English. The Radio doesn’t know any other language and will never play it.”
“But what happens in the song?”
“I don’t know. Something about a girl and a guy. Maybe someone betrays someone and someone’s sad…”
“What’s the French part say?”
“Can’t you translate it?”
“No, you’re much better at French than me.”
“That’s cuz I need to know it for when I Travel to Paris as soon as HighSchool is over.”
“Oh. Well, what’s the French part say?”
“It doesn’t matter. It just matters that it’s in French.”
As we listened to the song and other non-Radio Blondie songs, La Renarde was getting very close to me and soon our shoulders and arms were touching. She kept looking over at me and smiling.
“Hey,” she said.
“What?” I said.
“Do you like this music?”
Then she got even closer and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“Hey” she said again.
“Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and then she leaned over and put her mouth on it and her tongue went inside and touched my tongue. And then we did that for a while.