Pitiful I Know

Chapter 34

Right in front of my eyes stood walls, complete freaking walls, at least twelve feet high, filled with vinyls.

"You should see your face right now," Blake laughed but I shushed him with my hand and then walked in.

How could there be so many vinyls? Honestly, it couldn't even be possible.

In the middle of the room there was a couch and a record player, but like the really old kind, with the big golden horn. My fingertips trailed lightly on it and then I looked around, almost spinning on me, kinda like when Belle in Beauty and the Beast walks in the library. That was how I felt right now. This was just like a freaking fairy tale, for me at least.

"Was enduring me worth it now?" Blake chuckled, leaning against the side of the shelves at the door.

"Yes! Yes, yes, YES," I squealed, and then actually jumped up and down and rushed to the vinyls.

"My dad puts them in alphabetical order with the artist name. You can pick everything, except the ones behind the glass that is," Blake trailed and then I turned and saw what he was talking about. There were two china cabinet, sort of, filled with vinyls in them.

I nodded to him and then turned back and stared in awe at what was in front of me.

How the hell would I choose? Just taking a few outs right now, I didn't even know who they were. I could never choose with so many possibilities that I didn't even know about.

"You look lost Pumpkin," Blake laughed beside me.

"Well, there's a lot of choice," I whispered amazed.

"Let me help you. You still want that Billy Holiday one and Frank Sinatra?" Blake asked and walked towards another wall.

"Yeah," I answered sheepishly.

Would that be too much?

"Okay and then? What else?" Blake asked, taking one vinyl out, the Frank Sinatra one, with its brown cover and I almost squealed again.

Breathe Lexi.

"You have any suggestion?" I asked.

The guy was bound to know everything good in here, right?

"What do you want? Happy stuff? Depressing stuff?" Blake asked, smirking a little.

"Can I have both?" I asked with a big grin.

"Sure," Blake chuckled and bent to take a vinyl out.

He walked to the record player and took the record out of its sleeve and placed it on.

"Now, I'm sure you know that song," Blake said and put the spindle on it.

The notes started to play, and indeed the music wasn't unfamiliar. I thought I had heard it somewhere, I wasn't sure where though. But it was only music playing, just violins and trumpets but no singing yet.

I waited, frowning but still no singing.

"When is it going to start?" I asked Blake and he laughed but before he could say anything the voice of the man started to sing, "Things that bother you they never bother me, I think everything's fine. Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight having a wonderful time," and I recognized it immediately.

"Hey, I heard that song in SpongeBob Square Pants," I laughed.

"Really? I was all set for oh but that's not the first version and blah blah blah. I'm disappointed," Blake laughed too.

"Huh?"

"Yeah that's Bing Crosby version. Maurice Chevalier sang it first. Wait, I have that record too," Blake trailed and walked back to the shelves, picked one up and came back, changing the vinyl.