Music Is My Best Friend

[grace_newsome]

Grace had spent the blizzard nestled indoors, and had run out of tasks and productive things to do pretty quickly. She ended up spending a few hours compiling a winter playlist. Specifically titled, Winter Needs To Die. It was mostly depressing 80s songs and shoe gaze.

Once the weather had evened out a bit, Grace decided to visit a little music shop. She had heard about it from a homemade-looking flyer that had gotten stuck to her windshield. And really, that was the best way to hear about anything.

The bell on the door jangled merrily, and she entered the store followed by a blast of cold, lung-invading air. She peeled her gloves off, the fingers turning inside out, and wandered lazily over to the new releases. There weren't many people around, so it was easier to let her carefully constructed guard down. Slightly.



[Open to Brian]

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[brian_campo]

Brian smiled. A small chuckle escaped him and he stood up straight behind the register. "Believe me, I can relate. I'm more anxious around things than people." There was a can of open soda under the counter, which he took out and drank as he thought about the problem. "Flea markets. Pretty much my kryptonite. Maybe you can ease in with a coffeehouse show. It's acoustic, it's not too loud, nobody's slamming into you because they don't want to spill their coffee."

He reached into a mini fridge and offered her a can of Coke.

[grace_newsome]

She took the soda, and smiled back. "Thanks."

Grace alighted upon some of the scattered flyers as she popped the aluminum tab. "I never thought about that. Makes sense."

[brian_campo]

Brian rang up her purchase. "Twenty-four bucks," he said, watching her peruse the stack of event flyers. "That's going to be a good show. The blue one. They're from Worcester. Kind-of a neo soul vibe." He placed the record in a plastic bag to protect it from the elements and added a round sticker advertising his shop. "Even Jesus-loving parents would approve."

[grace_newsome]

"They're not so bad. They're the reason I'm a Coltrane fan." Grace pulled out a blue and white wallet, adorned with an embroidered bicycle, and pulled out two twenties before handing them to Brian.

After a second of deliberation, she decided to slip the blue flyer into the shopping bag. "Just in case I get some ill-advised courage."

[brian_campo]

"If you get there early, you can watch from the balcony," he suggested, making change. "It's a cool building. Good vibes. It used to be a bar with a cigar lounge."

Brian came around from the counter and headed to the record player. "Speaking of good vibes, I need some if I'm staying awake for the rest of this shift. Any suggestions before you go?" He smiled at her.