Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

Wandered_Cp 2

Stepping into the little shop I feel a wave of relief hit me, an unexplainable feeling only one could describe to themselves as 'peace'.

Glancing while walking forward I skirt mainly on the edges of the store, not wanting to be so prominent in the seemingly empty area. I lay my brown eyes softly over the antiques, walking past the fragile glass figurines placed on shelves made of fine dark wood.

My ears instantly pick up on the noise behind the counter in the front, the brunette lady taking a call with a hearty voice. I feel almost a sense of embarrassment, being so alone, yet comforted by the historical items I pass by.

Walking by some furniture, I spot the instruments I saw through the window, instantly brightening up. I join the large celo, running my hands over the polished wood, spirits heightening when I see, from the corner of my eyes, a dark red drumset with a set of light wooden sticks. I pull off my loose sweater hanging from my hips and toss it on the ground, mesmerized by the beautiful instrument in front of me. Gingerly sitting down I remember a song with some muscle memory and start to play away.

Taking a deep breathe, I pick up the drumsticks, tap a cymbal, and count out up to four on the bass with the thuds of the Tom 3 and Tom 4 holding out a melody. I loose myself through the midst of playing, and feel a tap on my neck, startling me. Instantly I silence the crash cymbal and lean into myself, bracing for the words of authority and venom.

Seconds pass by without a single peep, and I start to worry I imagined it, feeling more and more insane by the minute. Grasping as much courage as I could, I turn around, eyes shut with hands folded in my chest gripping the sticks.

Silence.

Carefully, ever so slowly, I squint open my eyes, seeing the shaded view through my darkened glasses, noticing a figure standing before me.

I look up carefully, recognizing the stranger's shoesas -black keds. Trailing my eyes upwards, their pants aren't pants at all- but tights. I smile slightly, noticing the absurd pattern of tiger stripes tracing all over their legs. Pupils dilating, I look, along with my head, up at the stranger standing calmly before me.

He's smiling.