The rest of us hang back; Logan says he thinks it’s a dumb band, and Frankie mumbles that this is Katelyn’s big day, and we should all just let her enjoy it. “I wonder if she realizes she won’t have those photos anymore when she wakes up in the morning,” Logan says. “I think she just wants an excuse to have them put their arms around her,” Frankie mutters. I wink at him. “But this is what you wanted, right?” I ask. “To make her happy?” He pauses and nods. “I guess. I just don’t see what she sees in those dudes.” “I think teenage boys have been wondering that since the dawn of boy bands,” I say. Finally, the meet and greet ends, and Katelyn skips over, her face flushed, to show us the pictures on her iPhone, as well as the arm that Dylan, her favorite Original Scinner, has autographed. “Look,” she says, pointing to the Sharpie scribbles on her left forearm.
