Last night I went to a charity event at the Galapagos Art Space with my friend Robin. We walked in blind, not knowing anything about the bands that were playing. The first band was Care Bears on Fire, made up of three fifteen-year-old Brooklyn rockers. They looked like their clothes and haircuts had been approved by some larger cool-making powerhouse, like a record label, and the lead singer's voice was no match for the drummer's ADHD, but nonetheless we were transfixed. Robin, a YA author, turned to me and sighed: "Well, I guess that's never going to happen for us. I guess we're never going to be 10th grade rock stars."
I nodded, looked back at the girls jumping around as if on a bed at a slumber party. "I guess not," I said, sadly. I asked her if she wanted a drink, she said no, and then we talked about God.
Care Bears on Fire:
And here's the trailer for the Lifetime movie of Robin's series The Seven Deadly Sins: