me.
âDuncanâs new band?â Daisy asked.
T and I did synchronized head-whips toward her.
âWhat?â I asked.
âHannah broke up with you, not me,â she said, smirking. âWe talk.â
In Tannerâs presence she turned from lilâ sis back to devilâs minion. I glared at her. She grabbed her tablet from the coffee table and slumped on the couch.
âWhat else do you talk about?â I asked.
She shrugged as she searched out yet another Minecraft video to watch.
âOh, and Dad said if you got up before he got back, you should start the coffee.â
Does Hannah say anything about me? was on the tip of my tongue but Daisy was already lost in YouTube Land and well, Tanner, my Forget-about-Hannah sponsor, was there, watching. I walked into the kitchen, motioning for Tanner to follow me.
âWhat is this about Plasma now?â I asked, filling up the coffeepot with water.
Tanner leaned against the counter, pulled off his toboggan hat. âTheyâre playing a dance at Sacred Heart next Friday. I think we should go.â
I put a filter in the coffeemaker and popped the lid off the ginormous can of cheap coffee Dad insisted on buying from Costco. At least it was still fresh, the familiar robust aroma of coffee releasing into the air. Nothing like the smell of our Mugshot brews, but it made me think of Madison. Madison? She drinks chai. Why would I dream about her telling me to give Duncan the song? Why would I dream about her at all?
âAww, Tanner, Iâm touched. Are you asking me to the dance?â
âWeâre hoooome,â my dad announced, followed by quick little steps galloping into the kitchen.
âTeeeee!â
âTyyyyy!â Tanner said, opening his arms to my little brother. He crouched down and held up his hand.
âSlap me high, little man.â
Tyler reached up and whacked Tannerâs outstretched palm.
âSlap me low, too slow,â T said, lowering his hand and then pulling it out before Tyler could slap it, sending him into a fit of hysterical laughter. In my little brotherâs eyes, Tanner was the bomb. Same mentality. Tyler wrestled out of his coat and left it on the kitchen floor as he ran out to haunt Daisy.
âTo what do we owe this pleasure?â my dad asked T.
âTanner asked Jesse to a dance,â Daisy yelled from the couch.
âWell, good to see you two getting along,â my father said, crouching down to pick up Tylerâs coat. He put the bag of bagels on the table, and walked off to the closet.
âFor a recon mission, Mr. McMann,â Tanner called after him. âDuncan is going to be playing with the new band.â He pulled out a chair from the table and rummaged through the bag, taking out a salt bagel. I grabbed some silverware and the cream cheese and slid it over to him.
âButter?â he said.
I grabbed the butter out of the fridge and sat across from Tanner. âYou did not come here to mooch a bagel. Is Plasma playing a dance something you couldnât tell me at noon?â
âAh, checking out the competition, classic move,â my dad said, walking back into the kitchen, Tyler in tow. Dad settled Ty into his high chair and took the seat next to him.
âI couldnât sleep. I think we need to choose a drummer, today.â
âWeâve got time,â I said, grabbing my own salt bagel.
âHow are the prospects?â Dad asked.
âTwo guys . . . hard to choose . . .â Tanner said between bites.
The guy whoâd come in after Grayson was good too but heâd been the first drummer for Plasma, not the one that Duncan replacedâKenny Ashe went through drummers pretty quickly. There was something that didnât feel right about him, though. Technically he was incredible, and he had more experience than Grayson, but choosing him . . . I donât know, it felt like it would just drag us down into weird