the song for this chapter is "E-Pro," by Beck :)
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See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troubles 'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth off if you know where you're aiming
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you
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Finley
Some people's favorite sound is birds chirping in the early morning sunlight. Other's is the sound of waves crashing relentlessly onto the shore at dusk after a long day at the beach. For other people, it is listening to the rainfall on a summer afternoon, sitting in their bed with a fan blowing on them, while the humid summer air seeps through their open windows, and the sound of the droplets pattering against the ground lulls them into a dreamy afternoon nap.
For me, however...it was the sound of engines roaring to life. The sound of tires squealing against asphalt...every upshift and downshift that those wondrous machines made...now that...was music to my ears.
And right now, there was an entire symphony playing around me as each car revved and warmed up their engines.
I was snapped out of my own personal orchestra when Tommy suddenly placed a screen of some sort into my hands.
"What's this for?" I asked awkwardly, feeling that I was not off to a great start of impressing anyone with my knowledge.
"It's footage from a drone they fly overhead so that we can see the drivers at all angles of the course," he explained, "don't worry, when these things first came around, I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. I thought it was an iPad or something, kept trying to text my wife on it," he added, and I smiled and chuckled, grateful at his attempts to make me feel better.
"Oh! That's pretty nice. And thank you, technology is not my forte," I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck, but Tommy waved it off.
"Mine either," he assured me.
I grinned and felt comforted when suddenly through the speakers I began to hear the intro to Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, one of my favorite songs.
The cars made their way over to the start/finish line, and I waved at Alex as he drove past us, and he gave me a big thumbs up in return.
"Alright people! Tonight's race will be on a two-mile course. There will be fifty laps, and no pitstops unless it is an emergency. The winner of tonight's race will go home with fifteen grand in their pocket. As for the audience, you have three minutes left to place any and all bets, you know the rules, keep your distance from the track unless you would like to become a part of the track," the announcer spoke, grabbing everyone's attention with his seemingly signature twisted humor.
I leaned over to Tommy who looked at me expectantly.
"Is the prize money made off of people who lose their bets?" I asked, genuinely interested in where all of this money was going, and where it was coming from.
He shook his head at me. "No, that money is all just out of the audience's pocket. The prize money comes from...somewhere else," he answered vaguely, and I could tell from his tone that pushing the topic any further would not be in my best interest.
"Gotcha," I smiled nervously, trying to mask the fact that I was suddenly doubting if I should have agreed to help out tonight. I wondered if the money that I was going to be paid came with a price far higher than its worth.
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