HEY,INDIE KID, HURRY BEFORE IT’S DONE
THE PERILS OF DEADLY RESEMBLANCE
We live our lives intermittently. We cobble together the inconsistent
details into a coherent story. It is like the alarm clock that interrupts
our sleep. We adjust the dream accordingly to have the perfect ending.
Then our minds play a trick on us. They makes us think that we are
now hearing the alarm clock for the first time. We wake to realize how
coincidentally our dream has ended with such a revealing twist. Music is his life. The
Indie Kid believes that he
can survive just by being
a fan. Over time, he
realizes his only hope for
sanity lies in admitting
he has no idea who he is.
The novel follows him
from music festival to
music festival as he
learns to hang on in a
world more complex than
he can imagine.