Sacha put the C.D. on. Suddenly Rona rushed out of the room. Already Hannah had started complaining:

"Rona, this song sucks!"

"Hang on, hang on, I'm not ready yet" shouted Rona from the next room. Shortly she came back with a notepad and a pen. "Okay, anyone else?"

"I think it's kinda cool" said Mal.

"Yeah, you can't dance to it though" pointed out Alain.

"Cool, cool, keep it coming" said Rona, hurriedly writing everything they said down into the notepad. "Brent, what about you?"

"Mmm . . . It's got a certain groove to it, I guess. It's catchy, in a grabbing you in a headlock and slamming your face against the wall kind of a way . . ."

" . . . But?"

"Well" said Brent, waving his hands around thoughtfully. "Bottom line is, why should I listed to it when I could just as easily go down the shop and buy a C.D. by Talking Heads or Television, or someone like that? I mean, it's just rehashing, I'm better off listening to the original."

"Okay, cool. Hannah?"

"Still sucks, baby."

"Sure. Why?"

"Well it's just cock rock, isn't it?"

"Actually" said Mal, "I think you'll find this is more New Wave than Cock Rock."

"I'm not talking about genres" said Hannah. "It's just guitars and angst. Boys and their toys. I could have more fun ignoring drunk guys at an R.S.L."

"Okay" said Rona, writing this down. "So that's 1 thumb up and 3 thumbs down. Sacha?"

Sacha cocked her head to listen as the chorus came 'round for a third time. "Hmm . . ." She wetted her lips. "Frankly, I'm indifferent to it. I could take it or leave it."

"Oh, come on!" Everyone else in the room cried out at her, putting her down good-naturedly. "You can't just sit on the fence!" exclaimed Rona.

"Okay, okay!" Sacha put her hands up to quiet the others. "Fine. Well if I'm going to be pressed for an opinion, I'd have to say . . . Well, I'll put it like this: I'd be sadder to see it continue, than I would be to see it finish."

Hannah grinned, and surreptitiously gave her a thumbs up. Then Hannah turned to Rona: "What about you then, Dangermouse? You've got the deciding vote. You're writing the review, after all."

"Yeah, come on Rona" said Brent.

"Well" said Rona, "I'm going to have to go with Hannah on this one. It's more for the boys."
"Ooohhh!" Alain cooed mockingly like he was back in primary school. "Sticking together again, you two? Lovely, lovely."

Rona gave him the finger. Suddenly the song stopped. "Oh, Christ" she said. "B-side! Quick, who wants pizza?"