She sits down in a seat near the center and starts thinking about Okama; her old band Mosquitoes rebranded as Silver; the former members Don and… No Lag! She hadn’t interacted with the classically trained guitarist in maybe one full photo-novel, a long time down here as opposed to up there. 8 1/2 times longer our user Baker Bloch has determined in his wise guy ways. They were on stage together, she recalled. Then she turned toward the guitarist, let forth a brutal hook kick that booted her out of the band as symbolic united with literal. She hadn’t seen her since that day in late April’s May. And they’ve been rock’n ever since, Okama and her. “Beatles over Beethoven,” she shouted once or twice after the conversion, always thinking about that kick when she did. “One and done one and done!” she also cried that one time. Twice. In her mind, No Lag magically manifested on the couch over there, ready to discuss the situation anew.
