The Australian summer. Endless heat, making one bored even to pick the beach where she'd lay down her lithe body. She'd rather stay in the pool, sip her g&t and listen to music all day long. This new group was fantastic - The Preatures. Her brother was in AIM with most of the band members some years ago. She vaguely remembered them coming to some of the parties she organized around the pool every summer since graduating from high school. Had they played live in any of them? She did not remember, but with this heat, she did not even dare to try. But their album was great. Blue Planet Eyes. Every single song was catchy, spunky, full of life. Like they did not give a fuck what you thought of it. Or them. "Kinda like me" she thought. And smiled. Time for another drink.