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“Wait. You’re Troy.”

“Close enough.”

“What do you think about laundry?”

“I don’t think about laundry.”

“Yeah, that’s the right answer.”

“Oh, right: didn’t Josh start a laundry company or something?”

“All of us did, but he’s the only one taking it seriously. Billy bought the laundromat–”

“Just for skank?”

“–just for skank. Yeah, Billy’s decided to grow old disgracefully.”

“I picked up on that.”

“Oh, you know Billy?”

“We’ve met.”

“So, uh: you wear that sort of outfit all the time?”

“A shirt and jeans? Pretty much. I wore a nice shirt last week and the internet was dickish about it.”

“But not, you know: crazy get-ups or anything?”

“Not lately, no.”

“And that ‘staring into the distance’ face you make: that’s the worst of it?”

“I guess.”

“You know all the Dead songs already, right?”

…

“Bobby, you can’t trade guitarists.”

“I think I can. Who manages you?”

“IS MR. BOBBY TAKING YOU AWAY AGAIN, TREY?”

“Jesus, Bob, now you’ve upset Page.”

“Josh, you look terrible.”

“Do you mean John? I’m pretty sure you mean John, and I’m not him.”

“You’re soloing incessantly. That’s what Josh does.”

“Not Josh, Bobby. Trey.”

“Not ringing a bell.”

…

“It just occurs to me that I have no idea what you think my name is.”

“Probably not wrong.”

“Trey Anastasio.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“From Phish.”

“No, thanks. I’m a vegan this week.”

“The band, Bob. Jesus, man: I played with you at Fare Thee Well.”

“Phil?”

“Just play the song, Bob.”