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Groovy Tunes; Monday [ 06/07 ]

If Chad was in a good mood today (which he was), it didn't really show (because he's Chad). But, really, there was only one thing that could have made his day better and that would have been to finally see that the ad he shot was running in a magazine. As he idly waited for the hours of the workday to tick away, he flipped through a few and, sure enough, there it was. And sure enough, there he was, although, in the scope of the ad as a whole, Chad was noticeable mainly because he was Chad, but he was in the background of all of it, barely part of the main ad itself, but he was there and he found it, and this added to the events of weekend made this Monday possibly the best Monday ever.

He was in an ad. Sure, you had to search a little bit to find him, but there he was! It was...so cool.

Prince Oscar Pedro got sick of hearing Chad talking about it in Japanese after a half hour, though.

Today's Mix: Sex Blurred Weekend, and it was actually applicable again. Mmmm. Gooooood weekend.

Knowing that there were new kids around, Chad had also brushed the dust of the Help Wanted sign and put it in the window.

Groovy Tunes is open!

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He's in an insanely good mood (really; look closely!), so he might actually be a little chatty.

Chatty for Chad, anyway.

Agnes hurried into the music store excitedly, and stopped, confused. There was a distinct lack of instruments and sheet music, and instead, there were... things. She picked a few CDs off the shelves and examined them closely, trying to divine their purpose so she didn't have to actually ask for help.

It was kind of hard not to notice the immediacy in which the girl seemed to come into the store; it was equally hard not to notice how quickly it dropped away, and Chad's head tilted slightly in confusion. He then turned toward the windows at the front of the store, glancing out to see if maybe she was so excited because something was chasin-- nope. No wee tiny or other things seeming to swarm out there. Huh. His attention went back to the girl looking at the CDs and finally got around to asking, "Can I help you?"

"Er..." She was a witch now; she shouldn't admit to being confused. She should DEMAND that he show her what these things were. Maybe she should even try to pry the information out of his mind.

"Yes, you can, thank you," she answered politely. "I'm looking for some music?"

Chad looked around a little. "You're in the right place, then," he told her, and, while it seemed pretty obvious to him that this was the case, he realized that this girl might be from somewhere that didn't have CDs and all that, which was okay. He actually kind of enjoyed being the one to introduce everyone to it.

"Any particular kind?" That would at least give him an idea of where to start.

"I can't tell you a particular kind," Agnes told him, "because I don't know what kinds are out there. To be perfectly honest, I'm not really sure what there are." She waved a CD at him.

"There are all kinds," Chad told her, because, really, that was another reason why he liked music so much. No matter what you were into, there had to be a kind of music to go with it. It was just a matter of finding it. "And those are CDs. That's how music is played in this time, in this world. I take it that you're not from this time or this world?"

It was a common problem; in fact, teaching Alice all about modern music was still fresh in his head, and now she couldn't stop herself. Definitely a success story there. Maybe this girl might be the same?

"A different universe entirely," Agnes confirmed. "At least, I think. Does that happen here often?"

She looked down at the CDs in her hands, still a bit confused. "So, how do you play the music with these?" She held out one that she had grabbed because it was labeled "Black Sabbath", and she might as well have some witchy music. "Can you show me?"

Chad couldn't help grinning a little at the choice. This could be...interesting. He gave the girl a nod. "All the time," he assured her, regarding the universe stuff, but he wouldn't go into that. More than two years here and he still didn't completely get it. He thought that explaining it to Ichigo on Saturday had only made him more confused than before, even. He cocked his head toward the counter. "Come on back; the CD player's under here, and I've got that CD, so I'll just pull it out and show you how it works."

"Thank you very much," Agnes told him, blushing a little as she followed him. He was very tall, and VERY handsome, and very nice. "I'm --" Perdita. Tell him you're Perdita. Tell SOMEONE your name is Perdita. Or ANYTHING else, for that matter, unless you want to be stuck with 'Agnes' forever and ever. "-- Agnes. Agnes Nitt."

She went to curtsy, then remembered her new status and bowed instead, which just ended up dumping her black pointy hat onto the floor.

That had Chad stopping to a sudden halt right before stepping up behind the counter, and he turned to look at the girl again, the confusion actually registering rather well through his otherwise stoic expression.

"I'm sorry?" he asked.

But he could have sworn he heard her say Agnes Nitt.

But...

...well, he supposed he saw some resemblance there. Actually, now that he looked at her, he could see some of Agnes in her, and maybe his memory was just...

...and that was a while ago..

...different universes...

...Chad's head suddenly was hurting.

"You're sorry?" Agnes asked, with a snort. "You're not the one stuck with the name." If you'd told him you were Perdita, he wouldn't be STARING at you like that! She frowned at Chad. "Look, it's not THAT bad, is it? If you need to laugh, go ahead."

Oh, come on. His nickname was a bad pun about tea. Like Chad was anyone to criticize.

Grunting slightly, he shook his head. "N..no, I didn't mean...It's just that I used to know an Agnes Nitt..."

"Really? Well, if it weren't for being from a different universe and everything, I'd ask if maybe we were related." Agnes sighed. "Poor girl. I feel sorry for her already."

"But why?" Chad asked, frowning a little, but he did resume his previous mission of getting behind the counter to the CD player. He grabbed his gigantic case of CDs, flipping easily through it to find the Black Sabbath one that Agnes had picked out. There were a dizzying amount of CDs in that case, but the one he was looking for was easy to find, considering they had all been carefully alphabetized. "I liked her; she was nice."

Even if she hadn't been around for very long.

"Oh, just because of the name. It's not one I'd wish stuck on anyone else." Agnes leaned over to get a better view of the CD case. "You never did tell me yours, either. I can't..." She swallowed, wondering what was possessing her to be so bold. "I can't exactly walk around calling you Tall Dark And Handsome, now can I?"

Chad just about nearly dropped the CD on the ground; he wondered if his blush was managing to permeate through all that hair and complexion. He coughed a bit. "It's Chad," he told her, since he wasn't sure he'd be able to get Yasutora Sado all out at first, but once his response did loosen his vocal chords back up again, he added, "But I think it's a nice name, too, Agnes."

He decided to focus on things that didn't involve him being supposedly handsome and make him feel all awkward.

"So, this is kind of your basic CD player, except that we've got it hooked up to the store's sound system. When you wanna put in a CD, you just open," he pushed the button to send the tray coming out, and moved his mix CD out, to settle the Black Sabbath on in to replace it, and then paused there, to see how Agnes was following. Pretty simple, so he imagined she'd followed it so far.

Well... that wasn't the reaction she normally got from boys. Agnes wasn't sure what to make of it. After all, it wasn't like there was any shortage of much prettier girls walking around...

"And then you close it again and hit the switch labeled 'Play'?" Agnes guessed. It seemed easy enough to use.

Chad nodded. "Exactly. See? Real easy."

So then he went and did just that, and, a second or two later, the very start of Black Sabbath (which Chad always thought was really rather redundant, to have a song the same as your band name) started to fill through the speakers of the store, and he took a moment to listen before glancing toward Agnes for any reactions.

The first few moments Agnes spent wincing and frowning. "That's not music!" she protested. "That's awful! I don't know what it is, but..." It was harsh, and dissonant, and edgy, and... strangely compelling. "Hang on, let it play."

Knowing that metal wasn't going to be for everyone, Chad was willing to take Agnes' affronted reaction in stride, but he couldn't help the small grunt of a laugh when it became clear that she might possibly warm up to it.

Warm up to it, or ultimately decide that, no, no, she was right the first time. It was awful. But then that gave Chad a really good idea of where he could potentially steer her next, since they were probably unlikely to have music from her world, which was sad.

"Is ALL music like this on your world?" Agnes eventually asked, still unsure whether or not she liked it. "It's... very different from what I'm used to."

Chad shook his head. "There's practically all kind of music here," he told her. "This is just one kind. Metal, they call it. It's kind of a...selected taste."

He reached for his massive CD case. "I mean, there's lots different," he reiterated as he tried to think of what could be a really good opposite of Black Sabbath. He found one that he had of some classical Japanese shamisen music, the kind made to play with all those nature-y brooks and birds and the sea and stuff.

"Like this," he said, stopping the Sabbath and sliding the shamisen in its place.

"That's definitely different," Agnes agreed. To think she had come looking for a songbook! "It's closer to what I'm used to, but... less what I'm looking for. I don't suppose you have time to show me more?"

Chad shrugged a little. "We're never really busy; I definitely can show you as much as you'd like. Any idea how to describe what you're looking for? Or, you think it's more of a...feeling thing? Like, you'll know it when you hear it?"

"Yeah, I'll know it when I hear it," Agnes told him. "I'm looking for something I can sing along with, I guess?" Maybe she had liked the metal music, after all. "Something loud."

Something loud, that she could sing along with. Chad thoughtfully grunted with a nod, and flipped through his CDs again. Pop came immediately to mind, but only because Agnes hadn't specified something loud, that she could sing along with, and good, so he considered some more popular stuff that might be good, and went to the same roots that he always did when he wasn't sure which direction to take on a music journey.

He thought Zeppelin at first (always Zeppelin), but went with something a little bouncier, settling on the Rolling Stones and settling that into the player next. If anything, start at the roots of what Chad knew best and work from there.

Zeppelin would have fit Agnes's vocal range better -- Plant's was impressive, hers was nigh-impossible, and Jagger's was... not so impressive -- but as an introduction to music, it was pretty good.

Agnes found herself grabbing Chad's shirt and looking up at him with big, wide eyes and a giant smile. "This... What IS this???"

Chad had always considered himself passionate about music, as much as he got passionate about anything, but this...Caught entirely by surprise by the sudden, enthusiastic manhandling of his shirt, Chad needed a moment to before he could answer.

"...the...Rolling Stones?" he said, a question at the end of it not because he doubted his answer, but because he feared for what might happen if it was an answer that Agnes didn't like.

Agnes looked at her hand, blushed furiously, and released his shirt. "It's good," she muttered. "I like it. I guess... I guess they're not gathering any moss, huh?" She chuckled weakly at the joke.

"Moss?" Chad asked, blinked, and then, as he straightened his shirt a little, it came to him. "Oh. I get it. That's...good."

It might have gotten a grunt if he wasn't still a little shaken up. "Uh, um, great; you might be a classic rock girl, then. Lemme just try this one..."

Although Chad was a little reluctant for fear of another shirt grabbing incident (it would be extremely hard to explain to Teddy how he ended up with a ripped shirt that wasn't caused by him), Chad flipped a few more pages of his CD case for a distinctly teal coloured CD. He did this mostly out of curiosity, to see what she'd think, but they did have a rock style with a punk leaning, and so he could maybe glean if she liked that direction at all. And so it came to pass that Teal Dear took the place of the Rolling Stones in the CD player and started playing through the store.

Chad got ready to defend himself from....whatever it inspired.

Unless it didn't inspire anything; he wouldn't know what to do then, but he did know that it would suck.

Agnes grinned, and started bouncing on her toes, and started dancing a little. "This is really good! So... These musicians are the Classic Rocks, then? Do you have more of their work?"

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"That last one was," Chad said with a nod, glad for a positive and nonviolent reaction. "This one's more recent. A lot more recent. This one..." His shoulders straightened a little; one might actually say he was preening a bit. "...is actually my old band. This is the only CD we got to releasing, though."

Which made Chad's shoulders sag a little after all that squaring of them.

"No, you said the last one was the Rolling Stones, not the Classic Rocks. I was listening." She grinned at Chad. "I like your band. You guys should release more CDs."

Agnes looked out across the store. Now that she new what the CDs were, she felt like she could almost feel the music inside them, subliminal vibrations just out of the reach of her senses. "They're almost alive," she told Chad. "It's a whole new kind of magic..."

Chad rubbed the back of his neck a little. "No, classic rock is the type of music, not the band. The Rolling Stones are classic rock. My band, Teal Dear, are more modern rock punk."

Her last comments did a very good job (and Chad was grateful for it) of keeping Chad from slipping into a bit of sadness over the fact that they couldn't release more, because he was the only one left. Instead, it got a faint smile on his face. "I think," he said, "that any music worth listening to is alive; I never really thought of it much like magic, but, yeah, I suppose you could."

"'Rock', like 'Music With Rocks In'?" Agnes asked. If it was the same thing, then all of the peddlers' and travelers' descriptions really didn't do it justice. It was... Well, it was... Okay, so she didn't have words for it, either.

"If you don't think it's magic," she challenged, "then how does the CD player thing actually work? There isn't an imp inside?"

"No, rock as in rock'n'roll," Chad said. "I think it has something to do with how it moves you, not so much with geology. And I didn't say I don't think it's magic, I just said I hadn't thought it's magic yet." Chad gave that sentiment a grunt and a nod, because it was perfectly clear to him and anyone who didn't thought otherwise was probably out of luck, because that was the best he could explain it.

"And it actually runs on electricity. Which...uh..." He scratched his head a little. "Is hard to explain. But really common around here."

"Oh, music is its own kind of magic," she assured him. And it was one that she understood better than any of the other witches back home. "And this music is... more so."

She looked around. "Electricity's what runs the lights, right? It's fascinating, what people can come up with."

"Yeah, it is," Chad grunted in agreement, thinking of all the different things that people could come up with, although, since his mind tended to not drift very far, he kept coming around to electricity and lights, and some of his favourite, mind-blowing guitar riffs, and he smiled a little just thinking about them.

"You mention magic a lot," he then observed. "Do you do any of it?"

Agnes grinned and pointed at her black pointy hat. "I'm not wearing this because I think it's fashionable," she observed.

Chad shrugged. "It could be a statement," he said, "or a bad hair day. Or it could be all the rage where you're from; you can't be too sure around here."

"But it's not," Agnes told him. "I'm a witch, and I can do magic. Is that unusual around here, or is it as common as people from other worlds?"

"It's not as common," Chad told her, "but it's still not all that rare. Lots of people just have really different sorts of talents and skills, too. Even I've got this weird spirit energy arm thing."

"You've got a what? Your arms look normal to me..."

"Well, yeah, now it does," Chad said, his grunt accenting that this was quite obvious. "Because it's not activated right now."

Especially if you come in during Chad's fifth period class; Prince Oscar Pedro will be dutifully keeping an eye on you.

Edited 2008-07-07 13:45 (UTC)

MY TOWN IS FULL TO THE BRIM WITH STUPID TOURISTS.

I am leaving my apartment only for work, my workout and emergency food supplies. *hides under lock and key, good lord*

Edited 2008-07-07 13:03 (UTC)

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