"Where are we, the ghetto?"
Hawk laughed and held out his hand. Adrianna looked at it apprehensively and stayed rooted to the sidewalk. "I swear I washed it, geez you need to lighten up," he said as he grabbed her hand and led her into an abandoned-looking storefront.
As it turned out the store wasn't abandoned at all. It was a music store, full to the brim with records. In the corner of the store there was a booth. Before she could ask any questions, Hawk was dashing through the aisles, grabbing a couple records and heading straight for the booth. He nodded to the cashier guy as they entered the listening booth. "What on earth are we doing? I should be home preparing for my debate that's on Friday."
"Chill out. This just might give you the edge you need."
"I highly doubt that," she picked up the record and cringed at the sight on the cover, "4 guys dressed like they belong in a sideshow with a girly name like KISS, could give me an edge."
As Hawk put on a record and the intro to "Detroit Rock City" started playing he couldn't help but smirk, "We'll see about that."
Once the chorus kicked in it, something clicked within Adrianna. She couldn't help but move in ways she wasn't aware she could. It seemed that almost without her permission she was banging her head back and forth to the beat, her curls thrashing around wildly.
Without thinking she grabbed Hawk's hands and started dancing around the booth with him. When the track was over, her eyes were wide with excitement.
"That was amazing! The drums, the guitar, it was insane! Show me more!"