7 Months In The Rain Ch 4
Chapter 4
As you might be able to tell since Dimetown is a small little community, there are not many unique chains of stores. There was one pottery store, one art store, one cd store, one library, one bookstore, one grocery store, there was just one of everything in the entire town.
Music was never a highlight in Dimetown, everyone listened to their music on YouTube and no one ever performed in bands because there were never enough players to go around that had a similar genre interest. The most common genre that went around the town was folk metal. To kids and teenagers, the first thing that comes to mind when they hear "Folk Metal" from grown adults is usually something along the lines of "What the hell is this shit?" or "Like summer and school, folk and metal are two words that were never meant to be put together."
Nowadays in Dimetown, the most common genre among young teens is modern rock and heavy metal. Bands such as Adelita's Way, I Am Ghost, The Smashing Punpkins, Nirvana, Dethklok and AFI were listened to around there rather than that mainstream music in bigger, more populated societies.
With a new generation in music, there is always bickering between the traditionalists and the youth generation. The traditionalists obvioulsy don't like this music that kids listen to nowadays, they always think it's "rubbish" or "crappy" or even "hogwash".
Bickering about music is ridiculous, everyone should just listen to whatever they grew up around and what they enjoy. Unfortunately, bickering and arguement is a very common form of "conversation" in Dimetown. Fights over music, is usually the 2nd most common, religion is the first. People fight over economy, education, rights, crimes and right below religion and music, abstinence and sex before marriage.
As long as humans exist and are allowed to have their own opinions, things will always be this way, til all can agree on a compromise.
Austin, sitting in his car, felt frozen when he saw Jake in the store across the street. Jake was possibly the nicest person he met all day, even though their conversation was nothing more than a brief 5-10 minutes. After a quick arguement in his mind, Austin stepped out of the car into the store, hoping he would not get Jake's attention, fearing his bad mood might lash out onto him by accident.
Disarm Studios was a guitar store that sold everything from Acoustic/Electric guitars and basses to mixing boards and recording interfaces. Even though the equipment was nice and decent quality, the prices were insanely high. The merchandise is apparently "rare". The only way some people can think of something as rare is if it was shipped in from another country. Nothing in the store was outside the country, there were only Gibson guitars and a few cheap knock off brands. There were no Ibanez guitars or anything like that, the intense, hard rock and metal quality brand instruments.
As Austin walked into the store, he heard a beautiful acoustic guitar playing and he couldn't help but smile at the sound. Once he heard vocals from the first sound's direction, he tried to keep his head focused on the bass strings in front of him but turned his head towards the melody as if it was pulling him into an angel's arms.
He didn't see anyone at first but heard beautiful lyrics sung by a wonderful musician.
Farewell, my lover,
I'm sick of saying goodbye,
Is this all that's meant to be?
I miss it all,
The song's lyrics may have been sad in context but Austin's ears could do nothing but raise and draw in the melody that pleasured him so deeply. He peeked around a corner and saw Jake playing a 12-string Acoustic and singing like an angel, completely different than the voice Austin heard when they collided in school.Cold and lonley, I remain,
This is where I stand,
Deep inside, I'm breaking down,
Is this where it ends?
The music made Austin close his eyes in delight and made him stumble, almost falling out of the corner and into Jake's sight. Austin balanced himself out, worried that he might've been noticed. As quetly as possible, Austin walks back to the cashier, whispering to the man that he needed bass strings. The man raised his voice, asking what kind. Austin panicked and asked for the higest guage he can see, sneaking out as quietly as possible.
As he walked to his car with a hood over his head, he felt something strange in his entire body, his heart was beating rapidly, hormones were rushing through his body at an unbelievable height and speed, the image of Jake Henry then suddenly popped in his head and would not leave. Austin tired his best to expell the image from his mind but the rush and feelings just wouldn't go away and Austin panicked, jumping into his car and slamming his head onto the dashboard.
"What the hell is going on?" He screamed.
He put his face in his palms and then looked out the window towards the store, seeing Jake playing his songs still. As soon as he layed his eyes upon him, the rush came back again even stronger than before. He soon realized what he was feeling towards Jake, desire, attraction, lust.
Turning on the car, Austin pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote a question he wished to find the answer to.
Jake Henry......Who are you?