Your favourite store

As you first came into the mall you were too dazed to take note of whether your favourite store still exists but now you're collected enough to check. Someone who didn't know where to look wouldn't have noticed either. Unlike every other one in the mall, it has doors that open and close manually. These, along with the windows around them, are covered in layers of old concert posters giving the effect of being closed for renovations.

You step through the door and find yourself in Sound City, one of the last real music stores standing. Counters and listening stations against the left wall, DVDs against the right wall, CDs immediately in front of you and vinyl beyond.

Looking through the metal section is a strangely familiar experience. None of the same bands exist but all of the covers are in familiar styles. Monsters, warriors, spooky castles and forests, explosions, gore and abstract symbols. Sure all of the figures a female but that surprisingly little difference. A few more witches and a surprising lack of pentagrams or inverted crosses. You get about halfway when you realise three things.

First, you don't know what CD's you own so buying more is pointless. Second there is a home made poster in front of you advertising tickets to a local band. Third you're dancing. Though you weren't consciously listening to the jazz being played in the shop your hips had started to sensually sway from side to side. If the beat were a little faster you'd be twerking!