A/N - Hoping to extend this one further. Stay tuned.

A record shop in this day and age was almost unheard of. Full of shabby old B sides, second-hand cast-offs and scratch records that we'll well past their functional use. It was a wonder they could even afford the rent to keep the place going.

But tucked away in a forgotten corner of the shop, in a crate that hadn't been moved since there had still been eight Ramones, it sat quietly, waiting.

It remained only to be played and its message would spread out to people across this planet and they would com.

Then this world would be theirs.