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Alright, so for this chapter, I have picked "The Blinding" by Babyshambles.
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In Between The Racks-Chapter Two
Sara's POV-
Come and see the
blinding So let me show the blindin
It's so blinding
It's the last thing that you'll ever
see
But you might be happy oh, happier
Than you've ever
been
Last thing that you'll ever
see
But you might be free oh, freer
Freer than you've ever been
So, I was listening to Babyshambles on my iPod, keeping the store book, when Mr. Lowry walks in. Mr. Lowry is my favorite of our regulars. He's the coolest ever. He looks just like your grandpa but has had so many crazy experiences. He toured with the Grateful Dead! Coolest grandpa ever. Well, I call him my grandpa. He's like my surrogate grandfather. You see he never had any grandkids and I only have one grandparent alive, and she lives all the way over in California. But I have a feeling he'd my grandpa anyways. You see, whenever my grandma visits, which is often, she always takes time to visit with him. Sooner or later, they'll see they're meant to be. But until then, I'm happy calling him grandpa.
"Hello Cupcake!" His pet name for me is cupcake. I have no idea why, but I love it.
"Hey Mr. L! We got a new box of Delaney and Bonnie, Blind Faith, and Eric Clapton. I thought you'd like to check it out before anyone else comes and snatches them up."
"Well, darlin', I would love to check them out. I dunno if I'll buy any though…"
I laughed. Whenever he came into the store, he always bought something, no matter what. And it never mattered what it was. As long as my dad or I showed him something or talked about something, he bought, no matter the cost. He was the sweetest.
But in the middle of our conversation, a customer walked into the store. At first, I heard the tinkle of the bells, but when I looked at the door I found a guy, a really, really, handsome guy at the door. He wore a pair of blue skinny jeans and red plaid button up. His had a head of luscious curly hair, and just looking at him made my heart flutter a little. He was tallish. I quickly looked down, feeling a blush creep up my neck. And of course, Mr. Lowry noticed.
He whispered in his low, southern drawl, "I'll just be over there looking at that box of records." He winked at me, and I laughed.
I looked back over at the door and it turned out the curly haired one wasn't alone. With him were two other guys who looked older, but related to him. I guessed they were his brothers. The first one was tall, about the same height as the first one, and he had straight hair sweeping over his left eye. The one behind him had now moved to his side and they were all in a row, looking around the store. The one who had been behind him had curly hair, and very large sideburns. They kept looking around, and I got bored looking at them so I put my headphones back on, and went back to the book.
I was tapping my pen along to the music, when I heard a noise. I looked up, and there was the curly-haired one, standing in front of the counter.
I pulled off my headphones, waiting for him to say something.
"Hi, can I help you with anything?"
"Um, hi," he smiled at me, "do you have 'My Aim is True' by Elvis Costello?" I noticed he had a deep-ish voice that was as smooth as butter. He was really cute.
I brightened up at the mention of my favorite album. "Yeah!" I laughed. "Actually, that's my favorite album. I keep it in the 'Special' section."
He nodded and chuckled in a light sort of laugh.
I got up from my stool behind the counter, and led him over to the "Special" rack. Once we got there, I pulled out five albums of "My Aim is True", and as soon as I did he was examining each carefully. I started my little blurb:
"Well, before you get too into examining these babies, I just want to show you something." He looked at me and handed me the one he had in his hand. "All of these have the same records in them, with the same music, and they're all of them same quality." He nodded.
"But, these three have inscriptions on them, and these two don't." I separated the five into their respective groups. I looked up at him and finally met his eyes. They were a deep, deep coffee brown with rich chocolate under tones and amber flecks around the pupils. He was so blessed with good looks.
"So if you want the music, and a little story, I'd go with one of these three." I pointed to the group of three. "But, if you're just in it for the music alone, go for these two." I pointed to the other group. He nodded and looked down at the two groups. I figured he didn't need me anymore, so I started walking back to my little perch at the counter.
But before I could get very far, I heard his voice:
"Which story do you think is the best?"
Well, I guess I couldn't leave him alone, so I walked back over to him. "Well, there are three. It's really up to you; whichever story draws you the most is the one you should take. Like my personal favorite is this one," I pointed to the record in the middle; it seemed he had spread them out. "It's so poetic: 'Maya, darling, for your birthday, I was going to give you my heart, but I forgot you already have it. I was going to give you my soul, but you already have it. I was even going to give you my body, but then I remembered you already had that too. So, even if my aim isn't as true, will you marry me? I think that will do. Love always, Edmund.'" I read it aloud. That one always got me. My hand was over my heart, which was like throbbing.
"I like that one, but I think I'll leave that one for you, seeing as it is your favorite. I couldn't take it away from you." He smiled at me. "I'm Nate by the way, Nate Grey."
I held out my hand. "Sara Garner. It's very nice to meet you Nate."
"The pleasure's all mine." He grasped my hand for a second, and looked at it. "You have nice hands," he said, still looking at my hands, "do you play guitar?"
I blushed at the comment and laughed. "Well, you guessed it! But piano's my main thing, and I can also play the cello."
"Well, that's an interesting repertoire you got there." He laughed. And I laughed. He looked into my eyes and we maintained eye contact for a couple seconds. And then I noticed we were still holding hands. Just touching his warm hands sent shocks through my spine. But then, I heard one of his brothers call him. He blushed and released my hand. I pulled away, and awkwardly said "Well, I'll leave you to it…" And I walked away without looking back at him, holding the hand he touched in my other one.
Nate's POV-
My brothers and I had been walking around in this shopping center, ad we saw this record store and thought we'd go in. Once we got inside, we immediately started looking around. The door had aisle upon aisle of records and right in the middle, leading up to the door, was an open aisle to walk through. At the end of that aisle was a girl sitting at an L-shaped counter talking to an older man. She laughed at something he said and he walked away. She had a pair of big retro-looking pastel mint headphones next to her arm, and she put them back on her head. The pen in her hand tapped to the music she was listening to. I tried to walk around and focus on what I was doing, but my feet inevitably brought me to where she was sitting. The moment I saw her, my heart skipped a beat.
As I got closer I noticed that she had tremendously curly honey blond hair. Each curl was separate from the other and the side part she had framed her face. The hand that was holding the pen (her right hand) had a silver ring in the shape of a heart on it. It didn't fully close and it was quite elegant and pretty. On the thumb was a simple silver ring. Her nails were painted a dark burgundy purple type color, and she wore a couple large bangles on her arm.
I cleared my throat to get her attention and she looked up and took off her headphones after she paused her music.
I asked her if she had "My Aim is True" by Elvis Costello, and it surprised me when she said it was her favorite album. Not many girls knew who Elvis Costello was. But there was a little voice in my head that said this girl looks quite different from any other you have ever known. I hoped so. If she turned out to be as different as she looked, I would definitely be stopping by this record store often.
She led me to where the record I wanted was and I noticed she was tall. About 5'8" or 5'9" by the look of it. She was wearing a white tunic dress with bright magenta embroidery around the square neckline on the back and front. It looked like it was from Spain or somewhere in South America. It also looked a bit big on her, but she had belted it with a large turquoise ribbon which she tied into a bow and paired it with black patterned tights and boots. She had a turquoise necklace around her long slender neck. She was really pretty. I had to find out who she was.
After she left me to look at the five records she had taken out, I had to get her back near me. So I asked her which story she liked best. Her answer was awesome. But I couldn't take her favorite from her, so I took another one, and decided to start conversation with her. And so we did.
"I'm Nate by the way, Nate Grey."
She held out her beringed hand. "Sara Garner. It's very nice to meet you Nate."
"The pleasure's all mine." I felt some calluses on her hand, which was soft otherwise. As soon as I touched her hand, an electric shock went through my arm. "You have nice hands," Nice Nate, just creep her out the first time you meet her! "Do you play guitar?" I made an attempt to salvage my original comment. But it looked like she didn't really mind.
A pretty little blush crept up onto her face a neck.. "Well, you guessed it! But piano's my main thing, and I can also play the cello."
"Well, that's an interesting repertoire you got there." I was impressed. I didn't know many people who played that combination of instruments. We laughed, and when we made contact, her electric blue eyes sent shockwaves throughout my body. They were perfectly blue, a mix of every blue hue. She really is gorgeous. But then I heard Jason calling me from the other end of the store, and we broke eye contact. I blushed. And she walked away after saying "Well, I'll leave you to it…"
I cursed Jason's timing under my breath and went over to where he was.
Sara's POV-
Once they had stayed in the store for like another hour, they finally came up to my counter to check out. I took each of the four records they had been holding and wrote down the prices on paper. I quickly did the math in my head, with tax. I wrote the total on the paper. As I put the records in the bag, the one with straight hair said "Wow, you're good at math. No calculator or anything!"
I laughed. "Well, you get good at it when all you have is a cash box for 3 years, then you switch to a cash register…"
He laughed. "I noticed you were talking to Nate over there." I blushed. "I'm Shane, his brother." He held out his hand. I shook it.
"And I'm Jason." The one with the large sideburns spoke up. I shook his hand too.
"Well it's very nice to meet you all, and I hope you come back to the shop soon!"
I handed them their bags and they walked out the door. Before Nate walked out, though, he turned back and waved.
Oh, I hope he comes back soon!
What will you do?If she runs out of time for you
When will you go?
Things to be getting on with
on with, on with, on with the show!
Last thing you'll ever see
Come and see the
blinding
It's so blinding
It's so blinding
It's the last
thing that you'll ever see.