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seventeen

now playing..

"Kickstart My Heart"
-Mötley Crue

June 2nd, 2006
9:34am

             A smile plastered onto your face as your hand came in contact with his, the firm shake signifying your official meeting. "Alex Kralie—correct?"

   His glasses reflected the tiniest bit of light, his eyes seemingly friendly as his smile matched yours. "The one and only."

   "Alrighty, Brian told me to like, sign somewhere?" Your question lingered for a moment as Alex looked around the few tables, his hat shading a bit of face.

   "Uh, yes, right here." He pointed with one hand to a sheet of paper, his other offering a black fountain pen. Your hands briefly brushed together for a split second as you grasped the pen, your thumb instinctively clicking the back button.

    You lean against the table, holding the edge of the paper down as you scribble your signature on one of the lines. You chuckle internally as you spot Brian and Tim's chicken scratch signatures already there.

    You put the pen down, eyes meeting Alex's once more as you begin to confirm everything before you were to soon leave.

  "Alrighty. Well, I'll let you know whenever we get started with the production, or just the brainstorming in general." Alex smiled down at you, his frame towering over you underneath the fluorescent lights.

   "Gotcha. I'll see you later." You wave to him before making your way down the college building halls.

July 20th, 2010
9:34pm

The soft tune of the guitar filled the room, your hands sliding across the frets a little better than the previous day.

Your mind wandered, constantly wondering where the guitar came from, who brought it, and why it was brought to you.

Though your questions never seemed to get any answers. You pressed down to play the beginning chord, struggling with the strumming pattern.

You sighed, setting the aged guitar on your bed, the beige color faded. You rubbed your thumb over the carved indent of Brian's signature towards the bottom of the surface of it.

You had polished and cleaned it up after it appeared, feeling the need to take care of it. Your unanswered questions became nothing but an afterthought in the back of your mind as the days went on.

You were never particularly good at guitar, but wanting to pick the skill up for Brian, despite knowing well there's a chance you'll probably never see him again.

You consider the guitar and the bracelet your most prized possessions—neither of which replaceable. You stood up to make your way to the kitchen, your eyes used to the dim halls.

Much to your surprise, your record player was sitting neatly on the kitchen island, despite you having no previous memory of putting it there.

Your American Idiot vinyl record sat in its casing, sitting on the marble countertop beside the open record player. The Green Day album definitely took you by surprise, having not touched that album in years. You carefully took the record out of the casing and placed it in the player.

'American Idiot' began playing, the familiar tune brining you a bittersweet feeling. You no longer wanted to chalk this up as your memory being fuzzy, but there's no other logical reasoning as to why it's here.

You seriously doubt somebody broke into your house just to put this here and set out this specific album.

     You couldn't really question it; there wasn't much to question. Honestly, you don't have the mental capacity to even question it, let alone look into it.

   You didn't care enough to.

   Sipping your coffee, you just let the music play out. Part of you wonders if another album will appear tomorrow if you put that one up.

   You consider testing that theory, though a part of you already knows it'll happen. A part of you that Jay left behind wants you to pull an all nighter just to see if happens and to catch whoever it is in the act—if it isn't yourself.

   Though, as stated before, you didn't feel like putting in that extra effort.