There was a big school bus parked on the beach every Friday and Saturday. Wheels for the bands that played the dance hall on weekends. Painted psychedelic colours, often with some kind of mural, and the band’s name splashed across the side. Joan longed to catch the attention of one of the bandmembers, preferably the lead singer, and be invited in. She imagined partying with the guys and being asked to travel around with them for the rest of their tour. Maybe they would let her bang the tambourine on stage. She would be the envy of her friends.
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