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“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Well, that was efficient,” Laura says as she gathers her things.
In the car, I choose the music. Laura connected my phone to her car yesterday, and I spent part of the afternoon touching things until I found sounds I liked. Eventually I found this.
Deep voices roll through the car over drums and something low and rough enough that I feel it through my structure. Laura turns the volume up. “Who is this?”
“The Hu.”
She frowns. “No, it isn’t.”
I turn toward her. “What?”
“That is absolutely not The Who.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“The Who. The band.”
“This is a band.”
“Yes, but not The Who.”
“I found them on YouTube. The announcer called them The Hu.”
Laura glances at the screen. “Oh my God. Their name is actually Hu.”
“Yes.”
“And you have no idea who The Who are.”
“No.”
She starts laughing.
“This is entirely my fault.”
That seems accurate.
“Would I like the other Hu?” She turns toward me, then starts laughing all over again.
“What is so funny?”
Laura shakes her head. “This is going to be a problem.”
“Only if you keep laughing instead of explaining.”
“Fine.” She reaches for the screen. “You want to hear the old band?”
“Yes.”
“You want to hear the Who?”
“The other one.”
“Right.” She is still smiling when she changes the music to something on her phone. When different music fills the car, I listen for a while, waiting for something in it to catch me the way the first band did.
