fandomtownies | Empire Records and Bidet [2/9]

He didn't want to go even close to Empire Records but he figured since he needed it for Music, he needed to get an interview; albeit from a normal person, or what seemed like one. Sawyer sauntered into the shop, taking a quick look around for anyone named 'Marc or Mark' just in case. Not seeing anyone with that name he approached the other guy at the desk.

"Uh, hey. I need to get an interview with someone about music. You seem like the right guy." his Southern twang was deep, he leaned against the desk.

Lucas nodded. "Okay. What do you need to know?"

Sawyer pulled out a small notepad and a pen, "What kind of music is popular from where you come from?" he cocked a brow, pen ready.

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "You mean New Jersey? Hip hop, R&B, neo-punk, 'alternative'. Not a lot of country fans up there. There are some hold-over metal heads, though."

"What kind of instruments are basically used in those kind of genres?" he inquires, scratching down what the guy had said earlier.

"Modern music basics: electric guitar and bass, drums, sometimes a keyboard or a brass section. On rare instances, a violin or the like, or some more unusual percussion, like a tambourine or a cowbell." Lucas tilts his head. "Modern music needs more cowbell."

"Do you have an example of your favorite genre?" Sawyer asks as he writes down the last of what the guy says.

Lucas raises his eyebrow and stares at Sawyer for a moment. Then he looks around the store. Then stares at Sawyer again. "No." he says. "I'm afraid I don't."

Sarcasm? thy name is Lucas.

Sawyer rolls his eyes, stuffs the notebook back into his bag and puts away his pen, "Thanks for nothing. Jackass." he mumbles as he leaves the shop. Oh well, he got what he wanted anyways, it was good enough.

Lucas watched him go and shrugged. Wasn't his job to be nice to everyone coming into the store, not when they weren't looking to buy anything.

He went back to his laptop.

Paige wandered in looking a little distracted, "Hey Lucas, this might sound like a weird question but erm do you have music from like the 14th century?"

Lucas blinked. "Not that was recorded in the 14th century,"

She looks at him then smirks, "no really? Did they not have CD players back then?" she asks trying to keep as straight a face as possible, "they must have had music back then though right? Gergorian chanting monks or something? I mean they had minstrels in court and stuff. I was just hoping there was something that was written back then or something."

"Rondeau. 'Fumeux fume'. The 14th-century 'stairway to heaven'." Lucas shrugs. "Try the classical section, over by the listening stations."

"Thanks Lucas," she replies heading over to the section and not casting a dreamy eye over at the listening stations, not at all.

She returns a few moments later with the CD and hands it over, "I'll just take this for now thanks, and did you have much luck with the fliers about work?"

"Not much yet. But sometimes you just have to patient." Lucas rings up the CD. "And vinyl predates CDs. As do 8-tracks, cassettes, reel to reel tapes, grammophones, player pianos. . . ." He gives Paige an eyebrow. "If you're going to be sarcastic, you at least ought to know your stuff."

"Well I would have listed all those things but then you'd not have anything to throw back at me would you?" she asks with a smile. She liked Lucas so far, but then he didn't know about her little witchy secret, that could probably change things

"An excellent point." Lucas offers her a small bow.

She laughs just a little at that, "see, I aim to please," and yes she is aware that could be taken any number of ways!

Lucas just nodded. "Anything else you need?"

"Not that I can think of, I expect I'll be back soon enough though," she replied, not that she'd be able to listen to CDs where she was planning on going.

"I'll see you later, then."

She nods, "good luck finding more staff," she calls as she walks out.

Sam walks in and starts looking through the bins for an Indigo girls CD.

There's a good chance that a Mariachi band is following him.

The Gomez Brothers wave to Lucas as they get in, still in a great mood. They find a good spot, and then launch into the following:

Oh-oh, yes I’m the great pretender
Pretending that I’m doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I’m lonely but no one can tell

Oh-oh, yes I’m the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I’ve played the game but to my real shame
You’ve left me to grieve all alone

Andreas was really getting some nice yodel action going on "alone", there.

Lucas sees a young man he recognizes, looking through a CD rack that has nothing to do with his previously displayed tastes. His curiousity peaked, he heads over.

"Can I help you find something? Perhaps another Elvis Costello?"

He gives the Mariachi band an odd look, but doesn't comment on it.

"Do you have the Indigo Girls? Rites of Passage?" Sam yelled over the noise of the Mariachi band.

Finishing up with "The Great Pretender", the Gomez Brothers consult their playlist, and come up with their next song:

There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name

Lucas holds up a finger to indicate 'one moment, please', and turns to the Mariachi band.

"Excuse me, would you like me to turn my music down? It doesn't seem to blend well with yours."

Sam sighs. "I'm sorry. This is my punishment for pulling a prank. They won't go quiet, but they can do a slower tempo."

Hearing the words "slower", Martin signals that they should take it down a notch on the tempo.

Beware of pretty faces
that you find...
A pretty face can hide
....an evil mind
Ah, be careful--
what you say--
Or you'll give...
yourself away
Odds are you won't live
.... to see tomorrow

Secret agent man,
secret agent man
They've given you--
a number--
and taken away
your naaaaaaaaame...

Mournful. Sad, sad, secret agent man.

Lucas looks at the Mariachi band, impressed. He pulls a remote from his pocket and calmly turns his music waaaay down.

"Now, you were looking for Indigo Girls?" Lucas' eyebrow goes up at Marty this time. "Are you certain?"

"Yes. It's not for me. It's for my roommate and her girlfriend."

Lucas nods. "Ah. Of course." He flips rapidly through the cds and pulls out the album Marty requested. "Anything else? Some flamenco, perhaps?"

"No that's it," Sam says with glaring look at the mariachi band. "Better hurry before they start another song."

Lucas glanced at the band, then walked very calmly back to the sales desk. As he rang up the purchases, he indicated that the band should feel free to sift through the button bucket for anything that might catch their eye.

"Your total is 18.74"

Sam quickly pays off Lucas. "Sorry for the disturbance"

Sam then makes a break for the door in hopes that he can outrun the Mariachi band.

The Gomez Brothers are used to being driven out of places, running; so keeping up with one kid who only has a store-length head-start is nothing. Andreas even manages a little bit of La Cucaracha on the trumpet as they speed after Sam.

"Mr. Blank! Don't forget, we need to finish our playlist!"

Lucas watches him go.

His forehead starts to hurt, and he realizes he never actually lowered his eyebrow.

This town just kept getting weirder. Which shouldn't even be possible, since on his first days here the place was attacked by snow monsters.

Hearing "flamenco", the Gomez Brothers step it up, and add Spanish Heel steps to it:

Swingin' on the Riviera one day-- And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day!
Oh no, you let the wrong word slip!
While kissing persuasive lips!
The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow!
Secret agent man, secret agent man! They've given you a number and taken away your name!

Secret agent mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

[ooc: *dies so very hardcore*]

[The Gomez Bros. are available for christenings, bar mitzvahs, and weddings!]

[ooc: Oh, they're totally getting a call for my next bar mitzvah. Can't wait to hear them play "Hava Nagila"]

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