Amons Music
Rating: T for you know. True love. Duh.
IDK WHAT IM DOING HALP.
The alleyway Korra travled through stunk. Like rotting fish and cabbages. Her chest was heaving from a heavy stint through Rebublic City and deep breathing was not helping the smell. Korra stumbled out of the alley way onto a corner street. She paused for a moment, she knew this street didn't she? Of course! She recognized the phonograph sellers shop and the old ladys fruit stand.
As her breathing calmed she walked more steadily awed at how the shops had already been repaired. Rebulic City was a breathing machine always working and building. Korra could hear faint music playing out of the phonograph shop its hum enticing her to walk into the well kept but still musty shop. The music grew louder each step in and she started hearing the clear sounds of trumpets. Swing music! Oh how she loved the sound of it. She hummed to the tune under her breath while her fingers ran over a phonograh made of oak and glinting with gold inlays.
"Hello Miss." a cracked voice said behind her. Korra whipped around knocking over the phonograph where it clattered heavily to the floor breaking. The shop keeper an old man in his late 70's stared up at her. "Oh geez I'm sorry! Look I can clean it up..but I don't have any money to pay for it.." Korra stumbled over her words. The old man shrugged. "Eh just a prototype everything is in the back." He leered at her "Care to have a look missy?"
"Uh no thank you sir.." Korra began to back away. "I was just listening to the music." The elderly man nodded. "Understandable. But if your not going to buy get out!" Korra pealed out of the store and onto the other side of the street where she humphed at the man, and walked through another alley.
This one was damp and there was a small snakerat slithering through a puddle of muck. Korra hurried her pace through it but slowly came to a stop when she heard more music, it was catchy and upbeat, coming through a slightly ajar door. She crept over to the door and peeked inside.
Korra had to hold her hand over her mouth to keep from snickering. Inside dancing with a broom was a man slightly taller then Korra. His frame was slim but she could see he was muscled and his hair was cropped short. She tryed to open the door more but it creaked. The man stopped and whirled around to the door grabbing her and dragging her inside before she could move. The door shut and locked with an audible "click." The man whirled on her and paused. "...Amon?"