South street music shop. Home of the Picasso painted ukuleles and wooden croaking frogs. Where my brother's used guitar was fixed each week, because $60 is such a good price, even if it was the most acrid mustard color. This shop held a lot of memories, and if you've been following this story for long enough you know there might be some writing in italics now describing some time I was here. Not this time.
In the very front, when you first walk in, there are two used amazon boxes, now stuffed to brim with old records. I shouldn't say just old records, it's all records. From Jawbreaker to the Artic monkeys, Taylor Swift to Cream. I grabbed them all. I had a makeshift plan of what to do with them, and I promise to anyone who had a sense of fun adventure while reading, you won't appreciate it. Music makes you do odd stuff. Pretty odd stuff indeed.
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Emo and the escape (emo quartet x reader)
FanfictionYou were at the greatest concert of your life! For 1 time only, the emo quartet was touring together! It all seemed like fun, when and evil music hater shuts the concert down, physically locking everyone inside. Everyone escapes except you, your fri...
