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Sing it out

I woke up on the floor, head pounding, and room swimming. Scarlett was laying on the couch, she looked like she was about to wake up. I stood up and steadied myself on the coffee table. They say ice water cures a hangover, so I poured a glass of water in a plastic McDonalds cup from the road trip.  It was about five in the morning, I think we had passed out at like six at night. 

I had to go to Walmart, and to open a bank account later. I couldn't carry this much cash. I needed a debit card and a credit card, if possible. I put on running shorts and a tank top from the Ephram high school cross country team. I also had to change my phone onto my own plan. And change my drivers license to Illinois. Shit, I had a lot to do. 

I got in the Neon after leaving a note for Scarlett, by the time I found the Walmart it was seven. I headed straight for housewares. We needed sheets, blankets, pillows, cooking utensils, and shower curtains and all that shit. 

I picked out purple striped sheets for Scarlett's bed. I bought her two blankets because I know Anorexic's get cold. Terrance's sister was anorexic. I remembered that even during that summer she wore hoodies and sat under blankets on the porch while we rehearsed in the garage. She was going to manage us, and was a grade ahead of all of us. 

I picked a houndstooth blanket and black pillow for the couch, aka my bed. The whole time I hummed Underdog by Weezer. I got the cheapest shower liner they had and same for the pots and pans. 

I then went to the photo section and got a few frames. I printed out the pictures of my band at our first show, my graduation pictures, and a big print of my idol- Brendon Urie. I also printed some of selfies me and Scarlett had taken. Now I was humming that old Howie Day song, Collide. In fact I was more singing it under my breath. I also got an enlargement of the photo of me and the guys my mom took on the polaroid before she left. I carried it everywhere. 

Continuing on to get some basic food goods, I headed to check out. 

"That will be $358.92." The checker said. Damn, that was a lot of money. I pulled out four $100 bills and took the change. The majority of the rest of money was going to the bank. There was one near by. A PNC bank I think.

I opened the account with no problem and headed "home." On the way home I put on Stay Gold by First Aid Kit. Because for what the situation was it was actually turning out really well. I suddenly knew I had to change my clothes and go down to ask about a job at the record store. I thought as I carried the last load of Walmart items into the apartment. 

Scarlett was drinking a sprite, and sitting at the table in shorts and a PINK Victoria's Secret hoodie. "Do you mind to put away the groceries, and eat something out of them. I'll take care of the housewares. I'm going to talk about a job at the record store.

I put on jeans, and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. I figured I didn't need to dress up. I walked downstairs and found the owner/our landlord Tom. 

"Hey Tom, it's Pierce who you just rented the apartment to. I was wondering if you have any job openings down here?" I was nervous.

"You know anything about music?" He asked, acting like there were openings.