I think I'm gonna start this "songs for this chapter" shit now. Enjoyy and don't forget to vote if you like this story :)
songs for this chapter are:
Hello Operator - the White Stripes
Whole Lotta Rosie - acdc
Anna's POV
I don't really care how my eyes must look when I take off my- well actually their Michaels- sunglasses because it's a really dark and old store but that makes them the best.
"Hello. How can I help you?", A very friendly man, probably 3 times older than me, asks.
"Oh, I was just going to have a look around this amazing place.", I say and totally mean it. In front of me is a massive collection of old cassettes holding every good band that ever existed. Like acdc, Led Zeppelin, some Black Sabbath ones and even the who!
"You're one of the youngest people that ever came in and like my records. Actually there are two of you..." the man tells me something about his nephew or grandson, I don't even know, because I can't focus on anything else than all these beautiful albums.
I'm snapped back to reality when something like "Michael often helps me with the shifts" catches my attention.
"Michael?" I ask curious while I softly admire all the covers. I take some out, read the titles and put them back.
"Yeah. He's lovely. He sometimes takes care of this shop and I borrow him some of the cassesttes instead of paying..."
I zoom out again imagining this blue haired boy standing behind the counter and listening to the Stones. That explains his cassette player. And the shirt I'm wearing. I would like to know what's his favourite band or how his guitar playing is. But then I remember that I promised myself to never ever see him again because that would be reeally awkward.
That's when a yellow cassette catches my attention: 'Never mind the Bollocks, here's the Sex Pistols' is written in big black letters on it. I've heard much about them. They were the first punk band in the UK but I never really listend to anything by them.
"Oh that one is great! You should take it.", the man says.
"Yeah it's great, but I don't have a cassette player. I know that's a shame but yeah. I don't really have the money to buy me all my favorite albums as cassette again. I'm sorry. But this store is wonderful. I really hope that I can co-" I'm cut off by a few car honks and turn around immediately.
As I expected, there are Katie and Cassie in our red, old Ford Mustang cabriolet. Their sitting on the top of the seats and are waving and calling for me. Like always.
"Heyy guyys!" I scream and raise my hand to wave back but stop once I realize that Michaels shirt is following my hands actions. I say a quickly goodbye to the old man and run outside.
The two of them are already out of the car and engulfing me in a hug and kissing my cheeks. Eww. I hate that so much.
"Giiirls! I need air! Let me breath PLEASEE!" I whine. I'm surprised when they actually let go of me but only to get hit with my favourite black jeans. They always tease about the way that I wear black skinny jeans when it's 27ºC outside. But I like the look. dark and punky. Combine that with a black bandshirt and I'm ready.
"You have to tell us everything about your little friend!!!" says Cassie but I have to let them wait because first of all, I have to order my own thoughts about this whole Michael thing.
"Girls, let me have my peace. I will tell you everything but definitely not now." To my surprise they take the execuse very calmed and don't bother me the whole car ride. Well, actually I just slept the whole time because I didn't want to be left in my thoughts when their both in front of me. I just wanted to forget the whole day and especially the last night, because with the time come tge memories back. They're still a bit blurry and not completed... so far.
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sorry for typos, I'm tired as fuck. Still adore all my readers. Thank you for reading. Let me know what you think of the story!
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