The Next Best Thing
Prologue
By Noah Colum
DISCLAIMER: Some characters property of Fox. Music property of Warner Brothers and Chicago Records.
Hyde set down his drink, feeling empty in the relative silence of the bar. When it got quiet he could breathe in the smoky atmosphere and really think about his life, which is probably why he felt he had to head to the jukebox. The quarter jingled metalically through the innards of the old machine.
He looked around the bar. Though he was in Chicago, the room was almost exactly like the bar he remembered from Point Place. From the shape of things inside, not a whole lot had been done since '76. In fact, he would have wagered anyone that the only thing to change in this bar over the past eleven years was the music in the jukebox, clientele included.
He sighed and hit a random number, 041.
The music began as he returned to his barstool. He was dismayed to hear disgusting synth-pop drooling out of the system.
And yet it caught his attention. This song was different, not for the music, but for what the effeminate man was singing.
Baby, so you think you can start again?