“Come on,” he teased them. “Don’t chicken out now. We’re almost there.”
They courageously left the car and joined the line outside the warehouse. They were obviously out of their element, but not as much as an old man walking past the line. He seemed very confused by the event and held a sign behind his back.
“Thank goodness,” Topher said, and pointed him out to his friends. “Someone who looks more misplaced than we do.”
Joey’s face fell flat when he saw him, like he recognized someone he didn’t like.
“He’s not here for the concert,” he said. “Excuse me, sir? There aren’t actual abortions going on here. It’s just an ironic band name.”
“Is this Fourteenth Street?” the man asked.
“No, I believe it’s Fourth.”
“Oh, thanks!” he said. “Enjoy the show. God bless.”
The old man turned to leave and they saw that his sign read ABORTION KILLS! JESUS SAVES!
“How’d you know he was a protestor?” Cash asked.
“I recognized the lost but judgmental look in his eyes,” Joey said. “My family used to protest outside Planned Parenthoods every Sunday after church. There’s nothing more awkward than asking for directions with a picket sign in your hand.”
“Interesting,” Cash said. “My family just went to the movies.”
They edged closer and closer to the door, which was monitored by a bald mountain of a man. The bouncer’s disgruntled attitude made two things very clear: he wasn’t easily fooled and he did not want to be working on a Sunday night.
“IDs?” he growled.
The bouncer checked Cash’s first without a problem, but paused as he inspected the others’, especially Mo’s.
“I was going through a really tough time,” she said.
The bouncer glared at their group suspiciously. “I’ve got a feeling these aren’t real,” he said.
Topher, Joey, Sam, and Mo all began to panic internally. Was he going to call the cops? Were they going to get arrested? Should they make a run for it? Was he as fast as he was big?
“Seriously, dude?” Cash said. “If we had fake IDs, do you think we’d be using them to see Rosemary’s Abortion in Bumblefuck, Missouri? There are casinos down the street.”
The bouncer shrugged—he had a point. “Go ahead.”
The gang followed Cash through the door, shocked they had actually pulled it off. Their anxiety was replaced with a strong burst of adrenaline.
“What a rush!” Mo said. “I get why people break the rules so much. I feel so naughty and alive!”
“Easy, Lizzie Borden,” Cash said. “Don’t get addicted to the dark side now.”
The warehouse was packed with more tough-looking people. The Downers Grove natives stuck out like a hand of sore thumbs and worried that at any moment someone would ask them to leave. There were no seats but a large standing area in front of a small stage flooded with purple light. Cash led his group to a crowded bar at the side of the warehouse.
“I’m gonna get a drink. You guys want anything?”
“We don’t drink,” Topher said.
“Like never?”
“I had a sip of communion wine once,” Joey said.
“Jesus, I’m traveling with the Brady Bunch,” Cash said. “I’m starting to think I was sent to you by a higher power. You guys need someone to teach you how to have fun, how to let loose, and—”
“How to destroy a national landmark?” Sam said. “Because you can check that one off the list.”
Cash smiled. “Exactly,” he said, and faced the bar. “Bartender? I’ll take a shot of Johnnie Walker Black!”
“All we have is Jim Beam,” the bartender said.
“Sold,” Cash said.
“Oh sure, he knows who those guys are but not Lewis and Clark,” Mo whispered to the others.
The actor slammed a ten-dollar bill on the countertop and threw his head back to take the shot. “I said goddamn,” Cash hollered as he recovered from the burn in his throat.
“Are you supposed to drink on your allergy medication?” Topher asked.
“No, but it makes drinking a lot more fun,” Cash said. “Gosh—I’m so ready to dance. Hope this band doesn’t suck.”
A trio of tattooed thirtysomethings in skinny jeans appeared onstage with their instruments. The crowd cheered and gathered around the front of the stage like a school of fish. Cash and the others were crammed among them like they were in a can of punk rock anchovies.
“Hello, St. Louis!” the lead singer greeted the crowd, which was impressive with the number of lip piercings he had. “We are Rosemary’s Abortion. We’re pro-choice and pro-rock-and-roll! Now let’s get this party started! One… two… three… four!”