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Post by zachary on Nov 5, 2006 0:12:22 GMT -6
Maybe it was the music, or maybe it was his job. Or, maybe, just maybe, it was a combination of both, gasp. Zachary? A job? When did this happen? Well, to be exact exactly five days, thirteen hours, and twenty-one, no, make it twenty-two minutes ago, but who’s counting? His dark copper hair was once more spiked, and as usual a few strands insisted on staying rebellious, and hang down onto his forehead.
Quickly, his dark brown eyes scanned the back of a CD, before setting it away, then quickly flipping threw the remaining CDs in a row and organizing and putting away a few CDs here and there. After a few minutes of alphabetizing the music, he stood up and dusted off a few pieces of lint that had clung to his black pants. Then walked towards the counter, inside his pockets his hands toyed with a number of loose coins which he had just incase a customer needed change.
Looking around, he stared at the music store contently. Music was his obsession, his addiction, granted, it did have a tendency of eating away at his pay check. But, luckily, the job had a few benefits, one of them was a 10% off CDs, which made him very happy. Why? Well, Zachary could easily drop one hundred dollars a week on music alone. No illegal downloading for him, oh no, his mother would kill him. He had to do it the old fashion, expensive way, of buying his collection of CDs from stores.
Sighing, he leaned against the counter and stifled a yawn as he stretched, “It’s a good day,” he thought crossing his arms over his chest as he blinked a few times. “It least,” he muttered allowed, “I hope it is.”
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Post by annadedomenico on Nov 5, 2006 0:48:09 GMT -6
{{I think I met you on another site Zac.}}
Ah, the music store. After the book shop, and obviously Australia, this was Anna's favourite place. She pushed the plastic shopping bag further up her arm. She had been sent grocery shopping, something no one liked doing. She wanted to reward herself; she had some cash, and felt like a CD.
Her dark hair was loosely pulled back, and she was continuously brushing it out of her eyes. Her jeans were much too long and dirty from being scraped along the ground, and her yellow t-shirt gave the appearance of having been pulled out of the laundry unironed. Daggy, yes, but she couldn't have cared less.
Anna headed straight for the classical section. After this, it was the Jazz; Electronic and the more popular albums of the time. She noticed the boy working at the counter. He seemed a few years older than herself. Lucky! He got to work here. Anna smiled cheerfully at him, before turning back to a CD of Mozart's music.
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Post by zachary on Nov 5, 2006 9:46:37 GMT -6
{{What site? I go to a few... Actually, only three right now, the rest I kind of stopped going to. XD}}
Zachary was now leafing threw some random band magazine, after a few more seconds he finished looking at it and set it back down on the rack. Quickly, he glanced around the store and walked up to a girl.
"Excuse me," He said, hoping he didn't frighten her. "Do you need any help?" he inquired, turning his head to the side slightly, "or are you finding everything okay?" Quickly, his eyes scanned down the instrumental music, thinking of one that he enjoyed enough that he would actually listen to. A few came to mind, granted he only listened to them when he was in need of an inspiration, can't sleep, or when he's doing a report.
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Post by Min-Sook Park on Nov 5, 2006 9:49:57 GMT -6
Nikki walked in the store wearing casual clothes. Nothing was special about this place, so Nikki didn't make it special. Nikki loved to be in this store, because of the music. Nikki loved music but never let anyone hear her singing voice. She didn't want anyone to know unless she knows she's good.
Nikki looked around. This wasn't her first time here. She'd been here many times for CDs to listen to. She looked around for some Pop. That was what she liked and it would always be that way. It wasn't like Nikki didn't like any other music. she just loved Pop the best.
"Yes!" She whispered,"I found Ciara's CD!" She looked around and started singing some lyrics Ciara. Nobody seemed to be around. Unfortunately, she didn't see that the guy was standing a few feet away from her. So, Nikki started looking for another CD singing...
The way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it
Tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now
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Post by annadedomenico on Nov 5, 2006 23:11:01 GMT -6
{{Rose Hill Academy.}}
Anna looked up. "Oh, no, every thing's fine thanks," she said, putting the current CD down and picking up another. Her accent was still there, strong as ever. She hoped it never went away, even if the Australian accent was slightly horrible.
Some of these songs she loved to play. She could easily pick up the first few bars after listening to the song a few times. Anna looked at the price tag for 'Classical Favourites'.
"Been having a busy day?" she asked Zac, glancing at the girl who'd just walked in.
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Post by zachary on Nov 24, 2006 11:04:04 GMT -6
"Alright," He said with a smile, then he nodded his head once. "Not to bad amazingly, it's pretty calm, and there's so far nobody trying to steal things, so everything's pretty good," he admited, then added, "plus, there's only been like nine people in here today."
Then Zachary turned towards Nikki, complimenting people on voices was sometimes a struggle after all most of the time it's just as simple as: Nice voice. Or 'Are you a singer?' or something along those lines.
He smiled slightly then nodded his head once, "Awesome voice," slight variation, still a compliment, and the basic compliment. Wow, amazing, huh?
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