“Yeah, it’s called SlapDash. It’s sort of a folk-punk thing. We play in small clubs around town. Just a hobby for most of us, though Ryan is pretty serious about it.” “Ryan?” “Our lead guitarist.” Garrison tried to take this in. Folk punk? What exactly was that? “You play the violin in this band?” She smiled. “No, I’m the bassist.” “Oh,” was all he managed for a moment. “Is this acoustic?” “Electric mostly. But some acoustic now and then. A little banjo occasionally. Think the Violent Femmes, only faster.” Garrison nodded slowly as though the name held some meaning for him. “What about you?” Anna said. “Me?” “What will you be doing during the strike?” “Oh.” Garrison winced a little thinking of how he would no doubt be filling his time. “I imagine I’ll be called on to do a few interviews, answering questions, meeting with lawyers. Things like that.” “Sounds fun,” she quipped. Garrison shook his head. “It’s the worst part of it all.
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