Records. Alternative Rock, black Dr. Martens boots, blue butterflies and records again. I never thought that I would sell my soul to the devil for some old vinyl records. I broke my rules for him. I knew he was a bad idea, from the way he walked, talked or pronounced my name - but I always loved bad ideas. Between daydream and reality, I became the little rebel I always dreamed of. There was a thin line between love and insanity. We erased that line.