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]

The house sound system was on, a heavily MacGyver'd old set-up with speakers tucked into nooks and crannies around the shop. When Brian stood in the center, he felt wrapped in music. Just now the opening chords of Swamp Thing by the Chameleons played. Inexplicably the song always made him think of rain on a highway, red taillights and windshield wipers rhythmically slinging water out of the way.

He lifted a hand in greeting to the customer and scanned a bulletin board for outdated flyers to tear down. "Hey." He balled up a pink one and lazily tossed it into a trash can.