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Rock Stars in Particular Order
By Alana Nöel Voth

Her son sings to rock bands: Linkin Park. Green Day. Wheezer.
On the wall above her desk she’s hung a poster of grunge’s dead maestro, Kurt Cobain. The rest of the walls in her two-bedroom apartment are decorated with photographs of her son and his artwork: A self-portrait and an interpretation of Monet. Ella doesn’t have any pictures of her son’s father.
Working full-time hours and trying to finish a book she’s been writing two years. What’s important? Keeping up with her kid: Read to him; help him with homework; tell him you love him everyday.
It’s the girls in the audience she likes to watch, their faces on TV and how they smile, how their eyes glow. Ella sees a willowy arm in the air, a silver bracelet. Swinging. Reaching. She’d like to tell this young woman . . . what would she tell her?
Ella can’t articulate why she’s obsessed with a TV show, Rock Star: INXS, or that one guy in particular, JD Fortune.
Her son plays a guessing game. "Does that guy look like my dad? Does that one?"


