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Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 04/04 ]

Chad leaned (carefully) on the counter, with a pile of pop CDs at one elbow, a pack of cards at the other, and a row of kittens in front of him in rapt attention. One might wonder how he managed to get their attention so well, but it might have something to do with the back that he'd put one of their little catnip mouse toys on his head. They weren't paying attention to Chad, then, but, instead, the drug-inducing item on his head. But it gave the illusion that they were listening to him, and that was good enough for Chad.

He was lecturing them, in English, because he didn't know if Melody's kittens knew Japanese like (he thought) Prince Oscar Pedro did. "This," he said, holding up one of the CDs. "This is crappy pop music. If we want to chase around and destroy CDs of crappy pop music, it's okay. We can do that. This," he set the CD down and picked up one of the Pocket Monster cards, "are cards. Apparently, some of them can be worth money. Also, they're cute, see? Well. Some of them. Anyway, it's not okay to chew on them and play with them, like it is crappy pop music. We can't ruin these. It's not good. Got it?"

There were going to be at this all day, really.

Today's Mix: Meow Mix

Groovy Tunes is open!

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Or at him. Same thing.

There was a fairy pixie zipping along the aisles, trailing an iPod (conveniently sprinkled with pixie dust) behind her. New releases. New releases. Why didn't anything sound good, today? Hmph.

Blinking a few times (although it couldn't exactly be seen with his hair in his eyes), Chad straightened up from his kitty lecture and wondered if what he thought he saw (and continued to see, despite the hair in his eyes). Yeah, he was pretty sure that that was a fairy or something checking out the new releases.

For a brief second, he also glanced over his shoulder to see if Orihime had suddenly showed up without warning, but, he was thinking it really didn't look like one of her fairies, anyway.

Tink sailed over to him. Oh! Hello there. Music store! Good place! She meant to come by sooner. Did he have any recommendations? Were people who worked in music stores good at that sort of thing? She was bored with everything on her iPod and she was bored with all the clothes in her store and she was bored. But she had an award! She should bring it, some time!

Definitely a fairy. Definitely not one of Orihime's. None of Orihime's were that hyper. Well, that one mean one was, but that was a different kind of hyper. This was freaking adorable hyper, while his was painful, kick-you-in-the-face, pull-your-hair hyper. And it would hurt even more to be kicked in the face with those super cute shoes she was wearing.

Still, Chad had no idea what the fairy wanted, and he blinked a few more times before he said, rumbling, "Uh. Hi. Can I help you? You need music?"

Because it didn't take a brainiac to figure out that someone would come here for music.

Yes! Yes, she did, he was ever so clever. And very tall. Was he very tall? All humans were gargantuan, but he seemed particularly so. But! More importantly! Music!

She dug her wand out of her cleavage and danced her iPod forward. iPod! Music! And then frowned. All of it sucked! Boo, hiss, boring music! Also she didn't get a Nano yet, and she wanted one. Did they sell those here?

But yes! Music, please!

Tink would possibly be more clear if she didn't keep getting distracted. Very small brain, though.

"Uh, well..." Chad, head tilted slightly, reached back and scratched the back of his head. He was unaware of the fact that he wasn't the only one paying attention to the little fairy. The kittens, of course, had taken a very intrigued interest, all four of them, which might not be very good for Tink, considering it was the same sort of interest they tended to give to their food.

"You...need more music for your iPod, because you don't like what you have?" he guessed. "Can I see it? So I can see what you do have?"

Tink sailed her iPod over to Chad cheerfully. There was a fair selection of 80s tracks, mostly synthpop, and a large amount of house music, and a smattering of old-school funk. Really, if it made Tink want to shake her pint-sized bootay, it got on her iPod.

Speaking of her pint-sized bootay, did he realize there were vicious tigers in here? Someone might want to take care of that. Tink swooped a little higher, watching the beasts nervously.

Those vicious tigers (who would be very pleased and proud to be considered as such) watched her every inch higher, carefully watching, tails starting to sway.

"Hmmm..." Chad sorted through the music on the iPod thoughtfully, wondering what might be good to suggest in this sort of vein. "Into much J-Pop?"

He wondered if he was too quick to suggest J-Pop for a lot of people, but it did seem like it might work.

Tink glared at the nasty, vicious killers and narrowed her eyes. If they tried anything, she was going to --

Oh! Right! Music! J-pop? She'd never really gotten into it, no. Was it good?

She was so very sad that most of her music-sharing communities had gone dead. Where was she supposed to get mash-ups and remixes and pirated tracks now?

And did he realize there were psychopathic carnivores watching her every move?

Chad just figured that they liked that she was all glow-y.

"Uhhh, well..." Chad started to move from behind the counter so he could show the little fairy to the right area of the store. "Some of it's good. Some of it's not. Kind of a matter of taste really."

From there, as he sorted and picked through a variety of different CDs, he gave Tinkerbell a very elaborate, detailed, rumbling speech about a bunch of different kinds of J-Pop, its more influential bands and singers, and even the various different phases its gone through in the past few decades.

It was...a pretty sizable information dump, really, ended finally when Chad looked over to the fairy and asked if any of that sounded like something she might be looking for.

Tink listened intently. Hey, she actually took music pretty seriously. After he finished talking, she considered for a few seconds, and then zipped off to the rows of music.

Five minutes later she was back, a floating stack of CDs in front of her. Most of them were some of the more interesting-sounding J-Pop selections from his list, with a couple of other albums she'd been meaning to pick up.

And right on top of the stack was ABBA, which had gotten there entirely by accident because it wasn't hers and she never, ever got weepy listening to Fernando and if he told anyone about this she would hurt him.

And did he really just work with dangerous panthers? Did he have scars on his ankles? Someone should notify animal control.

One of those dangerous panthers were quite possibly crouching, too, ready for a pounce.

Or just stretching because he happened to have followed Tinkerbell into a nice spot of sunshine that felt very nice.

Chad, meanwhile, arched an eyebrow at the ABBA, but it was well hidden in his hair. He cleared his throat a little. "Nice choices," he said. "How do you do that, anyway? Get 'em to float like that? S'pretty cool."

Tink beamed. Her wand! Here, she would dig it out of her cleavage again. See? She could do all sorts of interesting things. She could lift things up and zip them around, and --

That tiger was going to eat her! Did he see it? She was going to hide behind the cash register here and use this CD as a shield. Back! Back! She'd smack the cougar in the face with it if she had to! Grrrrrr!

"Hey, wait." The little fairy person was quick! Chad had a little trouble getting back to the register as easily as he did and he was confused. But, clearly, not as confused as she was.

"That's not what you use those for, ma'am...."

Flopsy, the tiger in question, proved true to his or her name and flopped over into the spot of sunlight once the stretching was done.

"Wait, what CD is that?"

Chad checked.

Creed.

Ugh.

"Nevermind. Do what you want with it. I suggest burning."

Creed? Seriously?

Tink zoomed the CD up into the air, spun it around a few times, and then slammed it into the far wall. Smash!

Wow. That was far more satisfying than she had anticipated. And she owed him for calling off the vicious lion-beast, that was ever so kind.

Later, Chad would spend some of his shift waxing intellectual on exactly how many CDs actually got smashed in this joint. The number, he would discover, was a bit staggering.

At the moment, though, he just nodded, impressed at the fairy's work.

"Nice one," he said, giving her a thumbs up.

Oooooh, thank you! She aimed to please. And really. Creed.

So how much did she owe him? She brought money. Real actual cash money. Because sometimes people came into her shop and offered her shiny rocks and goats and seriously, people, money. Ugh.

"Oh, uhhh..."

Chad took a moment to ring up the fairy's selections, and gave her the ~~handwavey~~ total.

Wonderful! She had cash tucked in the little sleeve-thing for her iPod, wasn't it chic? So if he wanted to just round off to the nearest dollar, that would be ever so helpful, as she really couldn't lug loose change around in that thing. Did they have one of those little penny jars, perhaps, for people who were low on cash because they were less fabulous than her?

Edited 2008-04-05 04:59 (UTC)

They definitely did have one of those jars, and so when it clicked with Chad that the fairy lady didn't want her change, he dropped the coins right into it. "Thanks," he said.

Watch out for kittens underfoot~!

CHAD CANNON. =D

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