“What does it feel like?” “What does what feel like?” “Not having a band, I mean.” She shrugged. “The same. Only, I can’t make myself happy if I’m not and no one’s snooping on my thoughts. So that’s nice.” “What if you get sad?” he said. “What if I do?” “Well what will you do about it?” She looked at him blankly. “Then I’ll be sad,” she said.
