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[-glamtastic-.insanejournal.com]

Who: Glam Rock & Black Metal
What: Oh fucking hell
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Music store
Warnings: Possible language, TBD


Alessa had all but put the jerk's comments out of her mind. He wasn't worth her time, especially when she didn't even know who he was. So she decided to go out to a music store near her apartment, dressing simply and dettermined to enjoy herself. The place she was going always had the best selection, usually at decent prices. She was browsing the racks, which is why it took her a little longer than usual to register the other presence in the shop. Once she was fully concentrating, all she heard in her head were crashing drums and screaming guitars. It made her want to cluctch at her temples.

She looked around for the source of the noise, noticing a scruffy blonde man peering at some stacks. That had to be him. He put her off almost immediately, but at the same time...she hadn't talked to another music god other than Pippa for a long time. Color her curious.

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[kvltasfvk.insanejournal.com]

If he could, Erik usually shopped at the more underground music stores. They always had a better selection of black metal, but mainly they carried quite a few rare items that the BM elite were always trying to get their hands on. Today though, his music store of choice had been closed for the day, due to the owner being sick.

He hadn't intended on entering the music store that he did, but he was bored, and wanted to see what they had. Heading straight for the heavy metal section, Erik was already in the mindset that the majority of the black metal albums would be buy Dimmu Borgir, and Cradle of Filth.

AKA Dummy Burger, and Cradle of Shit.

He was somewhat contented that there was indeed a healthier selection of his music. Sure he wasn't going to find Forgotten Woods "Baklengs Mot Stupet", but he probably wouldn't find that anywhere in the city.

He was about to reach for a particular album that had caught his eye when he heard something that made him uncomfortable. It was loud, catchy, with poppy drums and guitars. He glanced around the store, and wound up scowling when he figured out the source.

A music god.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Erik quickly went back to looking over the CDs.

[-glamtastic-.insanejournal.com]

So that's how he wanted to play this. Fine. Glam didn't take kindly to being ignored, especially when she'd never even said 'boo' this guy. (At least, she didn't think so.) She debated briefly whether or not to just pick out her things, pay, and leave, but then thought, 'Screw it'.

Clutching her records and CD's, she marched right over, stopping in front of him and tilting her head. "You sound like one of Metal's kids," she said, with no preamble whatsoever.

[kvltasfvk.insanejournal.com]

BM sort of grunted at the other music god's statement about him, and went about looking at the CDs. He spotted one that grabbed his attention, and so he nabbed it from the rack in order to examine it better.

"Your perception is brilliant," he muttered. "You want a fucking medal?"

BM returned to the rack, selecting CDs at random.