La da da da da da dum dum dum :D Here we go! Well, I should probably introduce myself, my [pen name] is Obsure Séance Rita! I'm gonna be writing out Grace's view throughout this story so don't be confused if you suddenly see a change in writing (my crappy writing might I add! And you'll know that if you have read any of my stories which I bet none of you have :/ ). SO! Please, Enjoy my first chapter in "Eight Days A Week" which is in Grace's view, as I already said. . . don't mind me! Just go on and read. . . I should've just probably stopped there. Oh Goodness! I'm rambling . Someone please stop me! Hahahah
~Obsure Séance Rita P. S. The song at the beginning is "Sherry" I don't know if it goes with the time but. . . I needed something
"(Why don't you come out, come out) Come out to my twist party (Come Out) Where the bright lights shine (Come Out) We'll dance the night away, I'm gonna make you mine. . ." Franky Valie's perfect falsetto radiated throughout the record store as the song ended. The music was coming from a radio in the far corner of the store and Grace hummed along to the next song. She enjoyed the music of her time though her friend, Stella did not agree as much.
Grace had tried and failed many times to perk Stella's interest in music but Stella refused every time. Though Stella said she did not like them, Grace saw a spark in her friend's eye when the Beatles were announced on the radio. I wonder what that is, she thought.
The twenty year-old flipped through the records in happiness. With each flip of a record she moved her hips in time with the music from the radio. She finished flipping through the set of the records but was disappointed. The new Beatles record was not there.
Grace sauntered up to the front of the store where the newly released records could be found. She breathed in and out to keep her cool. If it isn't up front. . . Grace didn't want to finish the thought. She was just about to turn to the new records, when her wallet slipped through her fingers and fell to the floor.
She crouched down to pick the wallet up but someone beat her to it. His long angelic fingers wrapped around the object's square form and he lifted it to his face to examine her I.D. He looked from her to the picture on the small card. He had a pleased look in his eye and that didn't go unnoticed by Grace. She could be oblivious sometimes but something like flirting did not go far without her noticing.
"Grace hmm? That's a lovely name" he winked behind square glasses and a grey business hat. As he spoke, the grey moustache above his thin lips quivered as if hanging from a string. What a creep! Grace thought. The man and she stood up from the ground. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling awkward in her bathing suit.
"Umm thanks. . ." She took her wallet from his hands. "But I only date men my own age." Grace stormed past him and found the record she was looking for. She studied the cover picture. There they are, she thought, the Beatles- John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr. She stopped on her favorite of them, George. His long thick eyebrows could always be seen under his dark hair and his hollow cheeks were what made him beautiful to Grace. She could stare at his picture all day. And the way he played made Grace's heart skip a beat at the beginning and end of every song.
Her eyes darted to Paul. The stranger she saw just moments before had the same thin and pointy nose. His chubby cheeks were just like the stranger's. Could it have been. . . She turned around but the stranger was gone. Nah, it couldn't have been him.
Grace bought the record and looked around the store as the clerk rang it up. The radio was playing a Beach Boys song, a band that Grace wasn't very fond of. Where's Stella, I wonder. . . She turned back to the clerk who handed her the record.
"Did you see Stella leave?" Grace cocked her head and fiddled absentmindedly with her bracelet. The clerk looked up from counting the money Grace had just handed him. His eyes were as brown as Stella's under his large bulky glasses.
"My niece? Yeah, she was being taken out by a man with a beard and coat. He musta been from somewhere else 'coz it be too hot out there to be wearing a coat like that!" he smiled and seemed ready to go into a dramatic back story. Grace couldn't take it. She was bored when he first opened his accented mouth.
"Thanks!" Grace said hastily and rushed out the door. Stella could take care of herself. She was tougher than she looked but a "man with a beard" taking Stella outside with him sounded fishy enough.
Where did this mysterious "man with a beard" take Stella? Review to find out! Till next chapter XOXOXO