After reading Spirit's lips say I should take off my headphones for so long, I decided I should pick up something old, a boombox. Well, nothing bad could really come out from using a boombox right? I get to listen to my awesome music and still hear what these guys have to say.
I went to my closet and took out my dusty old boombox. "Haven't used this in a while," I said as I pulled out my headphones. "Hmm, no CD's, only cassettes, I guess I can work with this, there's a bunch of old cassettes that I have laying around here..."
After I found my cassettes, I cleaned up my boombox, popped in a cassette, an old one that I haven't heard in years, some weird dance-y shit- I hope he didn't hear that. Anyway, with that, I was well on my way to the DWMA and a wonderful journey of gracing the world with my music.
Surprising enough, I decided to go for a change of clothes, I mean, I've always had the headphones and robes, but now... now I have my amazing boombox, and since it is a little nippy, I decided to go for pair on nice black jeans, "distressed boots" (girls go for the weirdest things nowadays but these boots look good...), a trench coat over a sweater, over a black shirt with these awesome rhinestones, and a pair of these really cool sunglasses I got as gift from Liz and Patty. I feel like a rebellious teen, yet, I also feel even more devoted to the work of God.
On my way to the Academy, with my boombox propped up on my shoulder with the music pumping at a decent level to, you know, not disturb the peace, I passed by this posh restaurant. Everyone looked completely stiff and emotionless just sitting there. I saw this one man sitting with his wife eating what looked like sauerkraut and boiled goose, completely emotionless, I myself thought that deserved a little bit of disgust, right? So I walked in the restaurant, the and put up the volume of my boombox and held up over my head. At first no one took notice to this modest boy trying to lighten the mood of the restaurant until I saw that a lot of people started to bob their heads to the music, when a waiter came in he pulled one of the old couples out of their chairs and just like that, there was a wave of people jumping out of their chairs and dancing, even the couple with their peculiar meal of sauerkraut and boiled goose started to dance, and there was this huge grin on their faces while they moved to the beat of this persuasive dance song.
After the song was over, everyone was much more leveled out, and instead of having such tension in the atmosphere, people were happily chatting, and with that I left with a satisfied smile plastered on my face, and my boombox kept roaring on my shoulder, bringing more smiled every step I go.
Hehe! My first fanfic, if you have or have not noticed or do not know, this is like a silly parody of Boombox, by The Lonely Island I love those guys, so I just had to put this up, also I forgive for Justin's OOC-ness, it's just... I had to, forgive me? If you do, thank you, if you do, I'll try to make it up to you, by promising you empty promises, that won't really amount to anything but broken promises. I love you...? How about that? R&R or just R... you know... BTW Meirin's disclaimer: Song not mine, Soul Eater, not mine.