Vick’s house was a small split entry
I mean, what about The Rollingstones?
“O.R.?” I whispered to Vick.
He looked down at me with a sigh. “It means—”
Vick laughed, and I could hear the relief in the sound. “Glad we’re past the… So let’s play Your Eyes first,” he said, moving to pick up a guitar.
I had been half-expecting something insane, like purple shingles and loud rock shaking the ground.