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capeandcowllogs2009-10-13 11:18 am
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i lack a charming title for this :(
WHO: Mytho and Joey
WHERE: A music store
WHEN: 10/13, sometime in the afternoon?
WARNINGS: Lol are you kidding
FORMAT: Whatever we friggin' feel like, gosh
It was pretty much an unspoken ritual by now: getting through the school day and all its demands, making way to one of the many strip malls scattered around the area, and walking into the music store. They had lessons there, but Joey hadn't actually considered it (most of those teachers seemed to favor rock). Instead, he'd pick one of the instruments off the wall displays and have a seat on the floor nearby.
The first few times he'd done this, inquiring clerks embarrassed him enough to stop, but after seeing him so often, they rather encouraged it. His gentle plucking encouraged other customers to slow down and really get a feel for the instruments in hand--most of them, anyway. There was still the chance for an onslaught of guitar thrashing across the way in the electric room. But that's okay. Music was good, regardless of taste.
This would do, at least, until Joey could find a way to scrape enough money for his own instrument. For now, the music store floor would do.
WHERE: A music store
WHEN: 10/13, sometime in the afternoon?
WARNINGS: Lol are you kidding
FORMAT: Whatever we friggin' feel like, gosh
It was pretty much an unspoken ritual by now: getting through the school day and all its demands, making way to one of the many strip malls scattered around the area, and walking into the music store. They had lessons there, but Joey hadn't actually considered it (most of those teachers seemed to favor rock). Instead, he'd pick one of the instruments off the wall displays and have a seat on the floor nearby.
The first few times he'd done this, inquiring clerks embarrassed him enough to stop, but after seeing him so often, they rather encouraged it. His gentle plucking encouraged other customers to slow down and really get a feel for the instruments in hand--most of them, anyway. There was still the chance for an onslaught of guitar thrashing across the way in the electric room. But that's okay. Music was good, regardless of taste.
This would do, at least, until Joey could find a way to scrape enough money for his own instrument. For now, the music store floor would do.