You spin me (open)

[Eleanor McArthur]

right round, baby, right round like a record, baby, right round round round... the store speakers played softly in the background as Elle opened a box of the most recent Lady Gaga CD's and put them on the shelf. It was a quiet day, but most days were quiet at the shop, sans some teenage boys coming in to look at the new Fenders in the corner. Guitar sales might have been the saving grace of the record store, what with most teenagers ripping their music off the internet.

all I know is, that to me, you look like you're lots of fun...
Elle sighed. She loved this store, but the owners could only afford to keep her on part time. Which, while she was in school, wouldn't be a problem, but she wanted to live in the area after she graduated this year. She had just turned 19 a few weeks ago, had no plans to go to college, and no other work experience other than farm work and working at the store. She slid the last CD into the rack. Well, she had the rest of the year to think about it.

right round like a record baby, right round round round...
The song ended as she broke down the box and stuck it behind the counter. She took a Voxtrot CD and brought it to the sampling headphones and scanned the barcode. Might as well chill to a few samples of her favorite band while she waited for a customer or something...

[Sidra Cotton]

Because of how things had gone down with Sidra being shipped off to Hammel while her parents were in the throws of divorce, a great majority of her musical selection had been left behind. All of her E Nomine CDs, a great number of her VNV Nation, and she desperately missed Funker Vogt. All of this was made more difficult by her roommate's love of poppy boy bands and their cookie-cutter sound. Until the last few corset sales she hadn't had the money to restock her CDs. That had changed and she was more than ready to get off grounds.

Sliding her custom fangs over her own canines, the bridge that connected them crossing the roof of her mouth, the dark wave goth girl studied her reflection in the mirror before adding spider-web embellishments in the corners of her eyes with liquid eyeliner. If she was going into town, she was going to look her best dammit. Ultimately satisfied with her appearance, Si rose and headed out.

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Pilot Ridge wasn't difficult to navigate after the first week of actually getting out after settling in. Though 'settling in' was such an odd way to put it. Following the streets and drawing the coveted What the hell glances from the locals who were mostly farmers, Sidra stopped in front of the record store and sent a prayer out to whatever God or gods may be listening.

Please. For all things dark and dreary let them have what I want!

With that she pulled the door outward in an open arc and stepped inside, the dull thud of her boot heels changing to an odd staccato as the cement changed to tile. Naturally the music that was playing over the speakers was not to her liking, but then anything anywhere close to the top 40 seldom was. Dark Wave and Industrial Goth never got mentioned. The closest it had come to being popular was Evanescence and they were far more pop than dark.

Casting her eyes around the store and settling on someone who looked promising, Sidra approached, her feet hitting the floor in more of a marching gait than glide. Rapping her black nails with little while skulls in the upper corner of the thumb against the counter to get the employee's attention Si waited with a mild impatience. She wanted what she wanted and she wanted it yesterday.