Bassist Wanted. (Nick Valensi Love Story)

Ladonna's PoV

"Morning, Lad!" Jackson called to me as I entered my job, Accent Music. I waved to the blonde. He was sitting at the keyboard he usually played with before opening hours.

"Hey, Jackson!" I greeted, ruffling his messy, blonde hair. I took off my winter coat, and hung it up in the employee's closet. Then, I sat down behind the cash register, and picked up the old bass that's been in the shop since before I worked here.

Nobody really wanted to buy it, so I took it upon myself to tune it and fix it up, and use it as my own.

I strummed a couple of notes, humming to myself. The store was technically open, but we never really had customers officially for the next twenty minutes.

The bell to the door rang, and someone walked in, and I looked up, surprised to see a customer this early. He had on shades, despite the fact that it was dead in the middle of winter. Also, he had ruffled, long brown hair, and wore fingerless gloves with a suede jacket.

He kind of reminded me of that one character from The Breakfast Club.

"May I help you sir?" I said, strumming the bass once more before setting it down gently, and leaning over the counter. He took off his shades to reveal brownish, greenish eyes.

"Could you point me to where the records are?" He said, his voice way deeper than I expected it to me. I watched with boredom as the snowflakes melted in his hair.

I pointed towards my right, where stacks upon stacks of albums were neatly arranged.

"Woah, how did I not see that? Thanks." The man said, smiling and going towards the albums.

I picked up the bass, and smiled contently, strumming a song. Jackson had gotten up from his keyboard, and was standing at him register.

About 15 minutes later, the man came back with four records.

1 Nirvana, 2 Led Zeppelins, and one Lynyrd Skynyrd.

"These are all great records. I said, putting the bass back down for good as I noticed more customers wander in.

"Yeah. I lost a bet, and I have to buy all of my friends some records.

"Damn, that blows." I said, laughing as I rang him up.

"So you play the bass, huh?" He said to me, as I took his money and counted it.

"Yea. I've been a bassist for a while." I said, smiling and shrugging. The guy smiled.

"Awesome. I have a band, and the one spot we have missing is a bassist."

I felt Jackson nudge me lightly.

"Cool. I hope you find one, then." I said, mentally telling him no. I wasn't exactly ready to be in a band.

He remained silent, and then shrugged, and took his bags, and left.

"Dude!" I heard Jackson say.

"You just passed up the perfect opportunity!"

"I'm not ready for a band, yet." I admitted, shrugging him off.

The rest of the day was a slow day, and Jackson and I were allowed to go home early because of sketchy road conditions, and the snow.

I got out of the snow before it became torrential, and once I got in my car, I noticed a piece of paper stuck in my windshield wiper.

It was too big to be a ticket, and I heaved a sigh of relief. I quickly got out of the car, and took the piece of paper into my hands.

It read,

"Bassist Wanted!"