"So... do we all want to listen to some music?" Harriet offered, climbing in the car and pulling out her phone- fully charged and continuing to charge on a portable charger. It was a wonderful alternative to socialization and she would take advantage of it if she could.
"Depends... what music have you got?" Emma smirked. Her and Alice were sitting in the middle row, and Ethan, Lex and Hannah sat in the back.
"A lot... mostly classic rock and Broadway musicals. A bit of jazz." Harriet smirked back.
"By classic rock, you mean the good stuff, right? AC/DC?" Ethan checked.
"I have some AC/DC..." Harriet nodded. "Moreso Aerosmith, or Bon Jovi..."
"Have you got any 80s?" Alice asked.
"She had better have 80s." Henry scoffed.
"Of course I have 80s music. That was the single greatest era of our known history." Harriet smirked.
"Working Boys?" Hannah asked.
"I may have a demo or two from Working Boys in here that we can play." Harriet chuckled softly.
"Good. Then it's settled. You've got the aux cord." Henry smirked.
"You know, as weird as it sounds... this is kind of important, isn't it?" Alice sighed as Harriet started Thunderstruck.
"Yeah. We... we've gotta recuperate, or we're going to go insane." Emma considered. "And then we're definitely dead. I mean... we don't want to burn out, right?"
"Yeah... speaking from experience, it's not fun." Lex chuckled softly. There was a beat of silence.
Harriet's strategy to avoid talking to anyone was failing horribly. And it wasn't because she didn't like these people, because she did. But... she wasn't the best at casual interaction. And she wanted these people to keep liking her. She didn't quite know what that feeling from earlier was, but she had evidently liked it. So she did the one thing she could think of to get it to stop, and hoped it wasn't too abrupt: she started to sing along. Mind you, it wasn't the best song for it. But she had to try something.
She got lucky. Ethan seemed to be a car singer too, and started to sing along. Soon Lex was singing along with him, chuckling, and it caught on through the whole care like a wildfire. The singing just got more and more passionate to- albeit a bit inaccurate, which bugged Harriet's perfect pitch but was tolerable. It was... refreshing, actually. Everyone seemed to let themselves go and get a little crazy. Even Hannah. By the end of it, they were all laughing as Harriet almost seamlessly transitioned it into Dream On by Aerosmith.
"I forgot how fun this could be! Paul kinda hates music!" Emma called out over the music.
"How else do you spend your car rides?" Harriet scoffed.
She was about to start singing before a young black man lackadaisically wandered onto the road. Harriet couldn't help but think how atypical it was for him to be doing that. He looked too preppy to be a stoner, and he didn't seem to have earbuds or airpods in. He looked too careful just not to notice. And he was alone, so it wasn't a protest. Everyone else screamed and the car screeched to a halt. Henry was about to open the window to give them a what-for before he started to approach the car, climbing onto the hood. He stared into the car with pink eyes. That's when Harriet remembered that this was an apocalypse level event.
"Oh shit." Emma yelped.
"Keep driving." Harriet instructed her father.
"What?" Henry asked. "No! That would kill him!"
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Tomorrow Will Come- A Hatchetfield Story
FanfictionIt was supposed to be a fun night in Hatchetfield. For Lex Foster, Ethan Green, and Hannah Foster, it was supposed to be their first night out in what seemed like forever. For the employees of CCRP Technical, it was supposed to be the annual family...
