After our first year together Kat and I decided we Loved each other enough to live all the time in the same apartment, so we got Our Own Place. I was very excited cuz then I only hadta go to ALC just for classes and didn’t have to deal with the MeNotzie Dorms anymore. Kat had just graduated tho and had her own plans.
“I think since we have Our Own Place, we should start living like Adults now,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“I mean like we both get jobs, and we go to them every day during the week. And then on the weekends we go out and do things like buy furniture or paint the walls new colors. And we become experts on things like houseplants and coupons. And we get a kitten and raise it like our child!”
“I guess so,” I said.
So on the first day of Our Own Place we went to the pet store. On the way there was something I wanted to show Kat. I’d driven back and forth between OIC(R) and JONYCC a few times by then and had had a lot of time in Alone Reality listening to The Radio and discovered something. Whenever I tried to sing along to a song I was able to sound exactly like the singer. It was strange cuz most things I did at first I was a bad amateur at them, but singing didn’t seem to need any experience for me to be good. I just seemed to know by instinct how to make the air go off the right spots in my throat to match the pitch. I was even able to copy some of the most high and powerful ones.
“Hey, Kat,” I said, “listen to this…”
Then I put in The You&Me Mix to “I Wanna Know What Love Is.”
“Aw,” she said. “It’s our song.”
“Yeah, but listen to me sing it.”
I was nailing it right away on the verse. Then came the little pre-chorus part where Lou Gramm goes “in my life there’s been heartache and pain,” and the vocals suddenly get very high and powerful and I almost got it.
“You’re straining,” Kat said.
“But didn’t you hear?” I said. “I was hitting every pitch up until that last high and powerful one. And I think I can even hit that if I warm up a little. Maybe I should take Voice Training at Artsy Lawless.”
I’d never heard Kat say that word before then.
“What’s eh?” I said.
“‘Eh’ is I used to take those kinds of classes too,” she said, “but they don’t help you at all when you become an Adult.”
“But what if I have some kind of natural talent?”
“You need to take classes that help you get a job. Like if you take math&science classes it can lead to you becoming a doctor. Then you’ll have a steady Adult salary that allows you to pay for all the things you need to survive.”
“But I don’t like math&science. I like singing a lot tho.”
“I’m telling you as someone who’s just graduated and out in The World now, singing is a waste of time.”
I started singing along with the song again anyway. I wanted to prove to Kat I really could nail every note. The next time the chorus came along, you couldn’t tell any difference between my voice and Lou Gramm’s.
“Stop,” she said. “You’re ruining the song.”
“But I got it. Didn’t you hear?”
“I put Foreigner on the mix, because I wanted to hear Foreigner, not Jonathan.”
Then I hadta shut up and decide not to sing in front of her again.
When we got to the pet store there was a really cute gray tabby that Kat had to have. She picked it up and snuggled it against her and it licked her face.
“He Loves me!” she said.
Then she handed it to me, and it licked my face too.
“Aw,” she said, “he Loves you too. It’s like he’s Your Son.”
“Alright,” I said.
But then the place where he licked got red and itchy, and my nose started sneezing.
“I think I’m allergic to it,” I said.
“But we have to get him. We Love him,” she said.
“What if I just sneeze all the time tho?”
“We’ll just get you some allergy medicine. You’ll be fine.”
“I guess so.”
Then we got Your Son.