Time Warp: Getting by With a Little Help
Feb 9, 2014 22:11:25 GMT -5
Post by Beau LaRoux on Feb 9, 2014 22:11:25 GMT -5
Sometime in the distant, long ago time of 2012
Beau stuck his hands in his pockets, staring at the storefront as though it contained something a lot more interesting than mannequins. He'd really just wandered in here because he'd heard about a new album coming out and he'd wanted to check the Quarter Note to see if they'd picked up a copy. They had not. Beau had tried not to act disappointed and sort of wandered around the store for a while, eventually picking up a random clearance album and buying it. The thing stuck out of his back pocket now, wrapped in a plastic bag.
The mannequin staring? That was a result of Beau's hem-hawing about heading back to the dorms. He probably should; he had some homework that he ought to be working on right now. Said homework was also the very reason he was standing in the mall staring at mannequins instead of just wandering out. Still, Beau could feel that small voice in the back of his mind, that one that sounded suspiciously like his mother, insisting that he do his best at his studies.
Which was totally his plan. Until he started hearing the music. It was a little dim, piped in as it was through the mall's soundspeakers. Usually the mall just played soft rock stuff, or even elevator music, the sort of harmless bits that nobody would really protest. This though, this Beau recognized, mostly because how could you not? He'd already started moving his foot, tapping the beat, and when the lyrics came on, he couldn't help himself:
"What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?"
As he got further in, his voice raised a bit. Beau's voice might not have exactly been made for the song, but he felt pretty confident in it. He started wandering away from the mannequin, sort of singing and walking at the same time, letting the jaunty beat move his feet:
"Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key"
He'd just gotten a few shuffling steps away when he swore to God he saw someone nearly mirroring him. At first, Beau thought maybe it was a mirror, but mirrors usually did a better job of matching details, especially key ones like height and hair consistency. Beau just grinned at the guy. The song, after all, was meant to be sung by a group, so why not?
Beau stuck his hands in his pockets, staring at the storefront as though it contained something a lot more interesting than mannequins. He'd really just wandered in here because he'd heard about a new album coming out and he'd wanted to check the Quarter Note to see if they'd picked up a copy. They had not. Beau had tried not to act disappointed and sort of wandered around the store for a while, eventually picking up a random clearance album and buying it. The thing stuck out of his back pocket now, wrapped in a plastic bag.
The mannequin staring? That was a result of Beau's hem-hawing about heading back to the dorms. He probably should; he had some homework that he ought to be working on right now. Said homework was also the very reason he was standing in the mall staring at mannequins instead of just wandering out. Still, Beau could feel that small voice in the back of his mind, that one that sounded suspiciously like his mother, insisting that he do his best at his studies.
Which was totally his plan. Until he started hearing the music. It was a little dim, piped in as it was through the mall's soundspeakers. Usually the mall just played soft rock stuff, or even elevator music, the sort of harmless bits that nobody would really protest. This though, this Beau recognized, mostly because how could you not? He'd already started moving his foot, tapping the beat, and when the lyrics came on, he couldn't help himself:
"What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?"
As he got further in, his voice raised a bit. Beau's voice might not have exactly been made for the song, but he felt pretty confident in it. He started wandering away from the mannequin, sort of singing and walking at the same time, letting the jaunty beat move his feet:
"Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key"
He'd just gotten a few shuffling steps away when he swore to God he saw someone nearly mirroring him. At first, Beau thought maybe it was a mirror, but mirrors usually did a better job of matching details, especially key ones like height and hair consistency. Beau just grinned at the guy. The song, after all, was meant to be sung by a group, so why not?
