Wildcards - Down and Dirty Part 27
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The moment C.C. started to play, she looked stricken. "Nervous," Jack thought, was too mild a word for it. There was no crowd. There was no audience save the musicians, the technicians working on sound and lights, and the few odd observers such as Jack and Bagabond. C. C.'s lead went hideously flat. She stopped, looked down at the stage while everyone in the club seemed to hold a collective breath. Then C.C. looked up, and to Jack it seemed the motion was executed with enormous effort. Her fingers caressed the strings of her guitar.
"Sorry," she said. That was all. And then she played.
Baby, the cards are out Baby, there is no doubt That when the dealer calls You been dealt a winning hand The drummer picked up the backbeat. The ba.s.s player chugged in. The rhythm guitar softly filled the s.p.a.ces. Jack saw Buddy Holley's fingers lightly stroking the strings of his Telecaster even though it wasn't jacked in.
You played since you were just a kid You played till you got old Baby, you never knew a thing Cause all you ever did was fold The woman on keyboards ran an eerie, wailing trill out of her Yamaha. Jack blinked. Holley smiled. It sounded like the rinky-tink Farfisas both remembered from the presynthesizer, good old days.
Baby, don't ever fold Not when you got That winning hand When it was done, there were a long few moments of absolute silence in the Funhouse. Then the tech people started to clap. So did C. C.'s backup musicians.
They cheered. Bagabond get to her feet. Jack saw Xavier Desmond in the back of the room; it looked as if there were tears on his face.
Buddy Holley scratched his head and grinned. A little like Will Rogers, Jack thought. "You know somethin', darlin'? I think maybe all of us here were privileged this mornin' to see the high point of the concert."
C.C. looked pale, but she smiled and said, "Naw, it's pretty rough. It's only gonna get better."
Holley shook his head.
C.C. Ryder marched over to him and tilted her face up toward his. "Your turn in the barrel, boyo."
The man shook his head, but his fingers were caressing the guitar.
C.C. tapped the side of her head. "I showed you mine." Holley made a little shrug. "What the heck. Gotta do it sometime, I reckon."
"No Billy Idol," Bagabond said.
Holley laughed. "No Billy Idol." He strummed contemplatively for a moment. Then he said, "This is new," He glanced over at Jack. "This one ain't even on the tape you heard." The strum deepened, picked up strength. "I call this one 'Rough Beast.'"
Then Buddy Holley played.
"It was incredible, Cordie. It's the old Buddy Holley with all the maturity laid in." Jack's voice was exuberant and uncritical. "Everything he played was new, and it was absolutely great."
"New, huh?" Cordelia tapped the earpiece with her right index finger. "As good as 'That'll Be the Day' and 'Oh, Boy'?"
"Is "Maxwell's Silver Hammer' better than 'I Want to Hold Your Hand'?" The excitement crackled in Jack's voice. "It isn't even apples and oranges. The new stuff's as energetic as his early songs-it's just more,-Jack seemed to be searching for the precise word-"sophisticated."
Cordelia stared at the photographs across the office but wasn't seeing them.
Click. There might as well be a light bulb switching on above my head, she thought. I've gotta slow down. I'm starting to miss a lot. "What I'm guessing,"
she said, "is that Shrike doesn't have any claim on the new stuff. What I can do is put him in the hammock in the middle of the show. Maybe cut him down to ten minutes."
"Twenty," said Jack firmly. "It has to be as much as everyone else."
"Maybe," said Cordelia. "Anyhow, he's in the center so the audience warms up before they have to decide whether they're gon' be disappointed when Buddy Holley don' sing 'Cindy Lou.,"
There was a silence on the line. Jack finally said, "I don't think he'll mind."
"Okay, then. Great. This is really gon' simplify matters. I can tell the wet-brains at Shrike to screw off." Cordelia felt the crus.h.i.+ng weight start to lift from her head. "You sure he'll do the show with new material?"
Jack's words were a verbal shrug. "The ice do seem to be broken. He and C.C. are reinforcing each other. I think it's all gon' work out."
"Great. Thanks, Uncle Jack. Keep me current." Cordelia's mood was cheerful after she hung up the phone. So Buddy Holley was in. And now she could call Croyd off the wild-goose chase. But when she phoned the apartment, no one answered. All she reached was the answering machine.
Maybe, she thought cheerfully, it's all gon' be downhill from here.
Thursday.
Cordelia realized she was humming "Real Wild Child." The up-tempo rocker perfectly matched her hyper mood this afternoon. She wondered for a moment where she'd heard it as she identified the tune. She knew it was on none of her Buddy Holley alb.u.ms. The song must just be in the air.
She tapped along with her fingers to the guitar runs in her head as she dialed her postlunch calls. Cordelia had phoned over to the Funhouse just about the time her takeout Vietnamese soup had arrived. Jack was sounding up.
"Practice is going great," he had said. "C.C. and Buddy ' are getting along fine. And Bagabond even nodded to me when I said good morning."
"How's the music?"
"They're both doing mostly new stuff-well, Buddy's is all new."
"Can he fill the whole twenty minutes?" Cordelia had said.
"Just like before-when I said he wouldn't have any problem? He still won't. You really ought to give him an hour."
"I'm not sure how U2 or the Boss would like that," Cordelia said dryly.
"I bet they'd love it."
"We won't be finding out." Cordelia sniffed the fragrance of crab and asparagus wafting out of the styrofoam soup bucket. "I've got to go, Uncle Jack. My food's here."
"Okay." Jack's voice hesitated. "Cordie?"
"Mmmp?" She already had the first spoonful in her mouth.
"Thanks for asking me to do this. It's a terrific thing. I'm grateful. It's ...
keeping my mind off everything else going on in the world."
Cordelia swallowed the hot soup. "Just go on keeping C.C. and Buddy Holley happy. And Bagabond, too, if it's possible."
"I'll try."
About two o'clock Cordelia was dialing the contract firm that was trying to exorcise the demons from ShowSat III when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught an unfamiliar figure silhouetted in the office doorway. Setting down the phone, she saw a distinguished-looking middle-aged man dressed in a cream silk suit that she knew had to be worth two or three months of her salary. Tailored to the final angstrom unit. Knotted foulard precisely positioned. Head c.o.c.ked, he regarded her with sharp eyes.
"You're too well-dressed to be Tom Wolfe," she said. "Indeed I am not. Tom Wolfe, that is." He didn't smile. "Do you mind if I come in and chat with you?"
"Did we have an appointment?" Cordelia said puzzledly. She glanced down at her calendar. "I'm afraid I don't-"
"I was in the neighborhood," said the man. "We have an appointment. It's just I'm afraid you were not informed." He extended one hand. "Forgive the lack of formal introduction. I'm St. John Latham, at your service. I represent Latham, Strauss. I expect you've heard of us."
Cordelia caught a gleam of intensely manicured nails as she grasped his hand.
His grip was dry and perfunctory. "The attorneys," she said. "Uh, yes, please, do sit down."
He took the guest chair. As a backdrop for Latham's suit, the Breuer looked a mite shabby. "Let me get to the point, Ms. Chaisson-or may I call you Cordelia?"
"If you wish." Cordelia tried to gather her thoughts. For the senior partner of one of Manhattan's priciest and nastiest law firms to be sitting in her office just might not be a good omen.
"Now," said Latham, his fingers steepled, the index fingers just brus.h.i.+ng his thin chin, " I am informed you have been causing considerable commotion with a number of Latham, Strauss's client corporations. As you doubtless discovered, we are retained by the CariBank Group, and thus have an interest in their respective subsidiary holdings."
"I'm not sure I see-"
"You have obviously been rather inventive with your computer and modem, Cordelia. You've not been terribly discreet with your calls to a variety of corporate officials."
It was suddenly coming very clear. "Oh," said Cordelia, "this is about Shrike Music and Buddy Holley, right?"
Latham's tone was even-and functioned at about the same temperature as a superconductor. "You seem to have an extreme interest in CariBank's corporate family."
Cordelia smiled and held up her hands. "Hey, no problem, Mr. Latham. It's not my ha.s.sle any longer. Holley's got a whole collection of new music that Shrike can't touch."
"Ms. Chaisson-Cordelia-Shrike Music Corporation is the least consequential of your enquiries. We at Latham, Strauss are concerned about your apparent need for information about the rest of CariBank's family. Such information could be ... a bit troublesome-"
"No, really," said Cordelia decisively. "This is a nonproblem. Honest, Mr.
Latham. No problem." She smiled at him. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got an incredible amount of work to catch-"
Latham stared at her. "You will desist, Ms. Chaisson. You will pay attention to your own business, or, I a.s.sure you, you shall be very, very sorry."
"But-"
"Very sorry indeed." Latham looked at her levelly until she finally blinked. " I hope you understand me." He turned on his heel and exited with a whisper of expensive tailoring.
It hit her. Hang me with corde a boyau, she thought. I've just been threatened by one of Manhattan's most powerful and predatory attorneys. So sue me.
Cordelia had plenty to do that helped take her mind away from Latham's visit.
She called the tech people in charge of satellite transmissions and discovered the happy fact that ShowSat III was operational again. A healthy chunk of the other side of the world would have a shot at viewing the Funhouse benefit after all. " I guess the gremlins are on vacation," said the consulting engineer.
Then GF&G's switchboard relayed a collect call from Tami in Pittsburg.
"What on earth are you doing there?" Cordelia demanded. "I sent enough cash so all the Girls With Guns could fly into Newark today."
"You're not gonna believe this," said Tami. "Probably not."
"We bought a lot of feathers."
"Not c.o.ke?"
"Of course not!" Tami sounded scandalized. "We ran into a girl who had an incredible selection. We need 'em for our costumes Sat.u.r.day night."
"Feathers don't cost six hundred bucks."
"These do. They're rare."
"'Dose feathers gon' to help you fly?" Cordelia said dangerously.
"Well.. ;no," said Tami.
"I'll wire some more money. Just give me an address." Cordelia sighed. "So. You ladies enjoy riding the bus?"
Friday.
Jack and Buddy Holley headed back to the latter's dressing room after they'd both watched the Boss do his run-through. Holley's final rehearsal session was scheduled for ten o'clock, later that night. Little Steven, U2, and the Coward Brothers had gotten in their licks early in the afternoon. The Edge had winced a lot, but he'd played. Then came the Boss and the other guys from across the river.
"Not too shabby," said Holley.
"The Boss?" said Jack. "d.a.m.n straight. So how did it feel, him treating you as though you were one of the faces on Mount Rushmore come to life?"
"Shoot." Holley said nothing more.
"I thought it was pretty impressive when he asked if you'd play 'Cindy Lou."'
Holley chuckled. "Funny thing about that tune. You know it almost wasn't gonna be 'Cindy Lou'?"
Jack looked at him quizzically.
They rounded the corner of the hallway behind the stage. The lighting was something less than adequate. "Watch out for the wire on the floor," said Holley. "Good old 'Cindy Lou.' Well, that was the original t.i.tle all along, but about the time the Crickets and me were gonna record it, our drummer, Jerry Allison, asked if I'd change it."
"Change the music?" said Jack.
"Change the t.i.tle. Seems as if Jerry. was marryin' a gal named Peggy Sue, and he thought she'd be just tickled to death havin' a song named after her."
"But you didn't."
Holley laughed. "She jilted him, broke the engagement before anything permanent could be done about the song. So 'Cindy Lou' it's stayed."
"I like it better," said Jack.
They turned a final corner and came to the small room where Holley was keeping his guitar and the other things he'd brought over from the hotel. Holley went in first. When he flipped the light switch, nothing happened. "Blamed bulb must be out."
"Not quite," said a voice from inside.
Both Jack and Holley jumped. "Who's in dere?" said Jack. Holley started to back out of the doorway.
"Hold it," said the voice. "Everything's fine as long as you two're Buddy Holley and Jack Rob.i.+.c.heaux."
"You got that right," said Holley. "The name's Croyd."
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