Post by Sugase Akemi on Apr 18, 2015 6:12:35 GMT -6
Sunday, April 27th, 2003, 1:45pm
The cashier was a retired ex musician who had gained fame touring America before returning to Japan as a nobody and opening a CD store in Hikarizaka where no one would recognize him.
A faint smile played across Akemi's lips as she began to formulate the stranger's backstory. Blue, long-lashed eyes glanced furtively at the unassuming middle-aged man who tapped at the cash register, taking in his mannerisms and the details of his appearance. He looked to be in his 40s, but he had aged well, getting away with somewhat trendy clothing that other men his age likely wouldn't touch. She'd seen him at the store multiple times but had yet to determine his "story" until today. It was a relatively slow hour, and there were few other customers worth watching. Once she finished his tale, perhaps it was best she leave.
Humming a tune, she picked through the CD stacks, listening to the quiet clacks as she flicked each case and pausing every few seconds to shoot another glance at the cashier. His number one hit had been a ballad to his wife, she decided. But they divorced shortly before his return to Japa- Ah.
The man answered the store's phone and Akemi observed as his face lit up at the sound of the voice on the other end. Perhaps he had remarried. Or found a girlfriend? No... No, it was his niece, she thought. Yes, an unexpected call from his teenage niece who reminded him of his own daughter he had left behind with his wife.
Having looked over the last CD in the aisle, the girl quietly moved on to the next, though she had already lost interest in the store's products. People were the real attraction here, or anywhere for that matter. Music was a lovely getaway, as open to interpretation as humans were, but songs did not change their tunes in the same way people shifted their moods and actions. A song sounded the same no matter how many times it was played. Although... What would happen if that weren't the case? The thought made her cock her head, muttering a quiet "Hmm" to herself as she turned the idea over in her mind.
A song like a person... A song that changed over time and between moods... What an interesting concept. Could she make it happen if she imagined it?
She paused. Her arms slowly lowered from the rack, coming back to rest at her sides as she stared blankly at the CDs before her. In a world where songs were like people, would a store like this be a nursery? Or an adoption center of some kind? For a moment, she imagined the rack of CDs before her replaced with a table lined with infants crying and screaming tunes from that month's Oricon singles chart. The image forced an amused snort from the girl, the right corner of her mouth pulling upward into an awkward smirk.
Such a world would certainly be interesting, to say the least. However, she had a feeling that sentient songs wouldn't look quite like people, if they even had a physical form at all. Yes... Perhaps they didn't. Perhaps it was possible that songs really did have life, but in an intangible form. Or maybe she could give one life if she tried.
A new curiosity overtook the redhead, and she turned to face the nearby listening station, staring at it questioningly for a few seconds before approaching. Maybe music did still carry some attraction here after all. She could finish the cashier's story later. He was always working on Saturdays anyway.
Delicately, she slipped on the headphones at the station and traced a finger gently along the list of songs and artists before her. What type of song should she bring life to? What type of song was worthy? And was she even worthy of such a task? Maybe not. She smiled. Maybe not, but no one could stop her from trying.