Desire was still searing through me from the feel of Seth pushing against me as we stood outside in the Nevada sunshine watching the huge fountains of the Bellagio firing turrets of water into the sky.
“What if I wrote a symphony and dedicated it to you?” Seth said.
“Oh my God, can you stop?” I laughed, riding the thrill of that delicious thought. “By all means write a symphony, that would be incredible, but dedicate it to me as your friend. I’d believe that.”
Seth‘s eyes stayed fixed on the jets of spray dancing in time to the music. “I’ve always wanted to write a symphony.”
“There’s nothing stopping you.”
“I guess,” he said as we began walking again.
At New York, New York someone had rigged the dummy of a man in an orange jumpsuit onto the bridge. Hanging from his neck, it looked like a suicide. The Halloween antics were already beginning. In the Irish pub, a middle aged peroxide blonde of wrestler proportions directed us to an outside table. She took our order of coffee for two, coupled with a Caffery’s for Seth and a Guinness for me and left us with the menus.
While we were browsing the list of food, a bride and groom hopped up onto the wall surrounding the tables and posed for a photo. They looked so happy and carefree and part of me couldn’t help thinking that it could have been Seth and I sat up there if I had made different choices with my life.
“Hey, you can’t sit there.” The waitress bellowed at them placing a cafetiere before us.
“We’ve just got married, lady. We only want a quick photo,” the groom shouted back at her.
“Be sure it is quick or you’ll get me fired,” she said, turning to us and rolling her eyes. “Ready to order?”
Seth chose a full Irish breakfast and I went for a bacon soda bread sandwich. She nodded her head, made a note on her pad and went to shoo the newly-weds from their perch.
I took a sip of my Guinness and added some milk to my coffee. “Have you read Blind Faith by Ben Elton?” I asked Seth.
“Nope, what’s it about?”
“It’s kind of a modern day 1984. Its set a hundred years in the future when we are lives are dictated by social networking sites. Everyone is expected to upload every detail of their lives as videos to the social network and if they don’t they are considered subversive and dangerous. So instead of Big Brother watching us, we have our friends and peers taking on that role instead. Ben Elton clearly doesn’t like Facebook.”
“I suppose that is a natural reaction to new technology” he said. “There’s always someone who can see the bad side.”
“Yes and its not that I’m unsympathetic to those views but I think the advantages far outweigh the risks. If a social revolution comes I think those sort of sites will be very instrumental in affecting the change.”
Seth lifted his cup and blew the steam from the coffee before taking a mouthful. “Really? How so?”
“In the new Dan Brown it says how easy dissemination of ideas is in this day and age. If you had a message to spread it would be so easy to reach out to the four corners of the earth now if you wanted, probably within twenty four hours. Imagine how far the Celestine thing could have gone if that technology was a common back then. Its like what Marx was saying about Communism. I think we are getting very close to the conditions being right for that step now, in our lifetimes. And I definitely think that we should consider using Facebook when promoting the book, give away the first chapter free or something to generate interest. The publishers of the Mortal Instruments series did, only I couldn’t read it because it was for US residents only.”
“Its definitely worth considering,” Seth said as the waitress appeared holding two plates of food. She placed them before us, fetched a wire basket containing bottles of various sauces and then left us to eat.
I watched Seth pour streaks of ketchup over his baked beans with a look of mild horror on my face.
“What?” he smiled, catching the look.
I shook my head. “Ketchup and beans, its plain wrong.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he laughed.
“Weirdo.” I muttered taking a bite of my sandwich.