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K Szpara - We're Here, We're Here

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Critically acclaimed sci-fi author K.M. Szpara probes the ethics of genetic engineering in this Tor.com Original short story Were Here, Were Here Joining a boyband gave Tyler everything he ever dreamed of. A close-knit group of friends, the chance to model a beautiful masculinity, and a vocal implant that lets him sing even better than he did before transitioning. But deep on tour, Tyler realizes he wants more from one of his bandmates, yearns for a love that would never fit the image that has been carefully crafted for him. His manager wants him to be the heartthrob: available, wholesome, and pure. And since his manager gave Tyler his voice, he can always take it away again. At the Publishers request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

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K. M. Szpara

WERE HERE, WERE HERE

Jeff opens the app on his phone while we warm up While we run through scales - photo 1

Jeff opens the app on his phone while we warm up. While we run through scales and diction exercises and harmonies. While we breathe intwo, threeouttwo, three. While four voices unite to become one, each a band in a rainbow of sound. While Jeff adjusts the timbre of my voice.

It didnt always sound like this. Thats part of why I auditioned for Back 2 Backfor the vocal implant. A chance to sing like I used to before my vocal chords thickened. I wanted my range back, wanted the soaring feeling of a note held against the swell of harmony.

I clear my throat.

Sounds good, boys. Jeff pockets his phone. Have a great show. He waves over his shoulder and heads up to the sound booth.

As much as I love being in a band, I love being in a boyband even more. Youre not supposed to. Boyband members are male, but no one considers them masculinenot when their audience is comprised of teenage girls. Heaven forbid girls tastes be given any weight. When I was one, my favorite band was a group of baby-faced cis boys whom my classmates misgendered just so they could call me a lesbian for liking them. Figures, they were my trans masculinity goals and now here I am:

Beside a piano, backstage at Madison Square Garden, arms around three other guys as we huddle up before the show. I breathe in the spice of deodorant, freshly washed cotton, sweat, and hint of coffee. Feel the heat of their damp armpits against my shoulder blades. The beat of their hearts.

All right, lovers, lets go. Zeke waggles his eyebrows, eliciting laughter as we pile our hands on one anothers, twine our fingers. Sing ourselves off.

Were all together again, were here, were here. Were all together again, were here, were here! Our joined hands bounce up and down to the rhythm as we sing the old campfire song in a circle no one else can penetrate. Who knows when well be all together again? Singing all together again! Were here, were here!

We whoop and cheer. Adrenaline punches through my body as we race to take our positions below the stage. The opening notes of Keep Running rumble through the stage above, though they play clearly in our monitors. I close my eyes, letting them vibrate through my body.

Tyler.

A stagehand holds out a microphone with a strip of blue tape wrapped around the handle. Mine is always blue. Jaspers green. Aidens yellow. And Zekes red.

I take the offered mic, nod my thanks, and glance sideways at Jasper. He winks at me. Smirks. My heart flutters like a teenaged girls. Its the same heart Ive always had and it still flutters for musicians like Jasper. The edgy ones.

He exudes masculine energy through eyeliner, tight black jeans, and nail polish. I straighten my own jean jacket, a light blue denim over a thick white tee shirt. Khaki joggers. Clean white sneakers. I only wore them for the first time two shows ago. Still have the blisters to prove it.

All right, B2B. The stagehands voice is in our ears. Youre up in five, four, three, two

I dont hear her say one. Im already in the music. A loaded bullet in a sparking chamber. When the trigger is pulled, we shoot up into an arena of sound. The electricity of the bandof a live-wire guitar and surging drums. The wall of cheering and screaming, words indistinguishable but the sentiment the same:

This music is a part of me. It hurts when I dont listen and even more when I do. Im here because this concert hall is my church. This melody is my body and these lyrics are my blood.

I feel the ache in my chest and know I feel the same.

Then, Im raising my mic and our voices join the chorus of noise and were off. Euphoria settles under my skin, carrying me between songs. We dont officially dancewere too cool for thatbut were so close. Were mocking dance: jumping to the beat, bouncing around the massive stage. Zeke runs past with the melody on his lips and a can of Silly String in his hand.

When its empty, he chucks it aside and slaps my ass, cackling. Im not mad and the fans love it when he screws around. Even the label encourages it. I pick up the bridge, startled but laughing. My voice doesnt break or crack. With Jeffs control, it doesnt falterit lifts without effort. I close my eyes, hold my free hand up and, for a second, Id swear Im singing four notes at the same time, harmonizing with myself, conducting sound like a lightning rod.

I wonder, with the implant, if I could.

But then I see the others closing in, hear their voices joining mine. Aiden flips his long brown hair out of his eyes while he picks at his acoustic, notes like the patter of raindrops on hot pavement.

Jasper walks towards me like hes in West Side Story, crouched down, snapping his fingers, singing to meonly me. He grabs my mic and our voices blend impossibly into one.

When I kiss you / its like ooh-wee-ooh.
I cant describe / your ahh-la-la-la.
Some night when / the moon is high
Well ay-ay-ay-ay / til its light.

When I kiss you, baby. Then Jasper is looking at me the way hes looked at a hundred girls and his hand is in my hair, sliding down my neck, and my face is burning, and the next thing I know I start to for-real kiss him. On stage. While Zeke sings, ooh-wee-ooh, and Aiden strums his guitar, and the crowd is so loud, I cant even hear my ear monitors.

Slowly, the sound mellows, the lights drop, and spotlights illuminate our final song. No one looks at me differently. Zeke ruffles my hair like Im his kid brother. Aiden leans over his guitar to sing backup into my mic. Jasper takes my hand for our bows.

Everything is okay. I dont know why I thought it wouldnt be. Zeke calls us lovers all the time, Aidens cried on stage before, and Jasper flirts with anyone with a pulse. I can kiss him. It doesnt mean anything to the fans. Only to me.

* * *

You wanted to see me? Im still rubbing a towel through my sweaty hair, when I duck into the makeshift office the venues provided for Jeff. I got your text.

Hey, Tyler. Have a seat. He gestures to an upholstered chair on the opposite side of his desk. Its fat, polished wood that belongs in a penthouse office, not a room with a paper sign taped on the front. But his workspace needs are outlined in our tour rider alongside ours. I cant blame him for wanting to feel comfortable.

Jeff is as awkward as youd expect an executive-type who chases twenty-somethings around music venues, all day, to be. Like an out-of-touch dad whos too busy to be home for your birthday, but still pays for the party. And he is sort of like our dadnone of us has been home for more than a few days at a time, in years. Not since we auditioned. Not since Jeff called us all into a conference room, still strangers, and said, I want to bring back the boyband.

I sit and slouch, crossing my legs casually, the way Ive seen Jasper do. It looks better on him, I decide, and shuffle until Im sitting up straight. Jeff lays his phone face up on the desk, amidst two stacks of papers and a computer monitor that couldve come from outer space, in comparison to the heavy desk.

Whats up? I ask.

He taps lazily at his phone. He does that enough that were never surprised or offended when hes working and talking to us at the same time. But this feels different. Like its for show. Like he wants me to watch what hes doing.

I want to review some interview protocols with you. Nothing big, just a couple notes from the label.

Okay. I lean forward until I can see the app on his phone. The one he uses to adjust our vocal implants.

About what happened on stage tonight.

Okay?

He rubs his hand over his evening stubble. We want you to carefully consider how you answer questions about the incident.

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