"You hit him with your car? That's how you guys met?"
"Yup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In which two hot-headed musicians learn to tolerate each other.
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song: today - the smashing pumpkins October, 1983
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"I SHOULD'VE JUST run away, like you. You're a genius. Why did I choose a major that had so much memorizing?" Willow whines, gripping the roots of her dirty blonde hair.
"Because you're smart, unlike me, and you love fashion. And I didn't run away, I got kicked out." I conclude, blowing on my nails to dry the maroon nail polish.
Tuesdays are normally slow days for Shredder's Planet, so both Willow and I usually had a lot of free time on our hands. I would try to work on my songs while Willow would try to study. Most of the time, we'd end up distracting each other, but sometimes we manage to get our things over with.
"Same thing." She murmurs.
It really wasn't. I wanted to go to music school, but my mom refused to let me go. She'd say music was a hobby and not a profession. She said that if I was gonna be a musician, then I would do it anywhere else, just not at her house.
I move around the store, looking for something nice I could play. I stumble upon Jimi Hendrix's Electric Ladyland and carefully place the disc onto the player, trying not to smudge the record or ruin my nails during the process.
Willow and I sit in comfortable silence, her studying, and me doing whatever the fuck I can to pass the time. Unfortunately, I heard the store's bell ring. Suddenly, two toddlers, probably twins, went running inside, an older man with a beer gut and a cigarette in his hand following closely behind.
"No runnin'." He grunts, paying them no mind as they disobey him and run anyway.
"Can I help you with anything, sir?" I politely ask him, but I instantly regret it.
He scratches his unshaven face as he eyes me up and down, disgust creeping up on his face. "I don't need anything from a fuckin' teenager." He inhales as much as he can from the cigarette and walks off. I flip him the bird the second he turns around.
"Daddy!" I hear a girl squeal. Since the father was paying them no mind, I went to see what was going on myself. There were CDs and records scattered all over the floor. I saw the little girl's brother holding a Bowie album, repeatedly hitting her side with it.
"Hey, that's enough!" I chastise, yanking the album from the kid. This boy looks me dead in the eye and starts screaming bloody murder, which causes his sister to scream the same way.
"Will you shut them up? I can't focus!" Willow yells from across the store. It was directed at their father but he couldn't give two shits even if he tried.
"Hey, kids!" I yell at them, hoping they can hear me. "You keep screaming like that, all the monsters are gonna eat you in your sleep on Halloween night. You better watch it." I kneel and whisper in a warning tone, but the boy just makes fart noises.
