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Post by damon nikolai halen on Jun 7, 2009 14:29:22 GMT -5
 The door's bells jingled overhead like a cheap security alarm system. He pushed through the wooden door into the chilly, musty air of the local music store. Now, here was a place he could relate to. There were millions of varieties of music here; from opera to screamo. But, he wasn't here for either. He had his iPod, sure. But CDs were always his old school favorite way of jamming out to the Killers, who happened to be his favorite band. Now, he found himself here in this music store, re-buying all of their CDs, for his others had been lost in a box of luggage in the move to L.A. But first, he had to find them. He saw the clerk reading a magazine, his posture screaming not to bother him. Who cares? He didn't need him anyway, he knew his way around a music store.
There were isles and isles of music, the store seemed high quality enough. He made his way toward the rock/classic rock section of the store, finding that the CDs had not been alphabetized yet. Yay. Looks like he'll be on a wild goose chase. Whatever, he didn't have anywhere to be or anything else to do. Why not just spend the day in the music store? He started at the beginning of the isle, his fingers skimming over the rock bands that weren't the Killers, typical. 'Nickelback, Fall Out Boy, Priestess, My Chemical Romance..' He sighed, this would take him a good chunk of time to find them, if the lazy clerk did his job..
He looked up to throw a quick glare at him when he heard another jingle from the cheap security alarm system.. |
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