Jimmy's Records is always vacant unless a band is in town. Everyone flocked to the store before and after concerts. I run the shop. The amount of customers dont really matter, the owner has money. He had been a drummer in some 80s band. I've never seen him, only phone calls, but he says that I'll never lose my job because he will do anything to keep this store open.

Most of the day I can just sit behind the counter, playing records, piano, ukulele, or singing. The aroma of vanilla wafted around the room, flowing from a lit candle beside me.

It was only 8:00 am and someone just walked in the store. Halsey is playing at the concert hall next door. It was a peppy teenager, kinda tumblr I guess, who was super excited to see Halsey later that day. I slunk back to the counter as she browsed the records and played around with some of my instrument laying around. I quietly hummed and played 'Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes' on my uke.

"This shop is rad. Totally my aesthetic." The girl grins as she gawks at the decorations of my shop. I added some band flags and fairy lights with candles and record players all around. "Thanks, its my favorite place." I smile as she slides the record and some cash onto the counter. "Night Visions, one of my favorites." I scan her record and she thanks me, then leaves. I love being alone in the record store.

In the middle of singing and playing 505 by Arctic Monkeys, the bell on the door jingles. Another customer, I guess. The sound of boots clicking on the dark hardwood is familiar. "Ash! Darling, how are you?" Alex ( AS IN ALEX TURNER FOR ALL MY AM FANS) jogs over to me and hugs me. "Alex! What are you doing in Ohio!?" I practically scream in his ear. I haven't seen Alex in over 5 months. "Oh, only visiting my favorite record store and favorite person in all of Ohio. Or America." He chuckles and strides over to my record player. "You've got Favourite Worst Nightmare on vinyl? Ash, you're awesome." He plucks up the record and starts playing it. Alex twirls around, pretending to play guitar. My stomach aches from the pain of laughing. 

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(A/N: startin a new book. this will have some twenty one pilots and arctic monkeys and cool stuff that i like cuz why not right witches?! That went downhill reel quicky)