Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 16:17:16 +0000
From: Hessa Meena <hessa_meena@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gutless, pt 1 (lesbian high school)

This is a chapter of something I never finished.
If you want I'll post more...
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Gutless - pt 1 -

Every year Mr. Murphy accompanied the Quartet to perform a set of weekend
concerts at a music college or equivalent department. He insisted it was a
prime opportunity to see a college music scene first hand, but was usually
more excited than the students. This year was no exception as the Quartet
piled their equipment into a van, and drove up to Smith College in sleepy
Northampton, Massachusetts.

"Remember girls, this is our opportunity to present ourselves!" Mr. Murphy
crowed. But like a sex-starved soldier, he loved any opportunity to
socialize with other adults. Katarina rolled her eyes.

"This is an opportunity to resent ourselves," she mimicked Mr. Murphy's
cheerleader stance and pretended to strangle her bass case.

"Don't be so bitter, Kat," Beat, their drummer Beatrice,  had her kit
stacked together and was ready to wheel her equipment to the van. She craned
her head under Katarina's and batted her eyes. "We had fun with Ask Alice,
didn't we?" Katarina laughed, and Beat went back to fiddle with one of the
Velcro attachments on her kit. Last year their band had traveled to
Northampton for an all ages rit grrrl festival.

"You shoulda seen it!" Katarina nudged Amy. "The girls couldn't get enough
of Alice." She swiveled her shoulders in what Amy recognized as her, "flirty
girly" routine, and continued. "Oh, Alice you can stay in my room...no no,
I'll sleep on the couch."

Katarina scanned the school parking lot for Mr. Murphy and lit a cigarette.
After a few smoke rings, she laughed and nudged Beat for approval.

"Oh come on," Beat protested. "You make Alice sound like such a ho!"

Katarina tilted her head in lieu of an apology and sighed. "I'm sorrrrrry."
She mimicked her fiery Russian emotions, and crushed her cigarette butt
behind the dumpster, "Here comes Captain Happy! Time to go!" she grimaced
towards Mr. Murphy who held up the bottles of bottled water  and grinned.
The girls groaned and shuffled towards the van.

Amy didn't mind the trip, at least Mr. Murphy would leave them alone.
Apparently the guest faculty house was more in town than it was on campus,
and he'd sleep there. Because of that, they all made a pact to have some
fun. For everyone except Beat, it was the beginning of junior year. Katarina
had a bottle of vodka and Dalia had the number of an old boyfriend stationed
on a military base in nearby Chicopee.

But Amy still felt wary. Katarina was acting weird again, and alluding to
their one drug-fueled kiss from last year. Amy just wanted to play the show
at SMITH, and maybe check out the local rock scene. Maybe this would be a
cool place for college.