World's Ventured To

I walked into a completely different world as I took my first step into the the famous music store jam packed, wall to wall with every form of music you can imagine. They had everything from vinyls to 78's to cassettes to CD's. The music drifting out of the speakers, into the atmosphere of the building and into my ears and senses felt surreal. There were people standing in aisles just sifting through records and CD's to find that one piece they came here looking for. The minute we made it past the registers, Bri and I looked at each other, smiled broadly and made our way straight to our desired destinations.

I helped Bri sort through the heavy metal CD's to find the one she wanted. Unfortunately, it wasn't there and we made our way to the Clearance Vinyl's to just look through. It started out as just an innocent, 'Hmm, I wonder what they have lying around' to 'Help me find some Jones and Sinatra!'

Bri helped me for a bit and then made her way to the other side of the building towards the Classical section, while I stayed behind and just kept going through every aisle of the Clearance Vinyl's. There were so many! Each little cubicle, for lack of a better word, held about thirty records and there were oh, I don't know, maybe fifteen to twenty cubicles to sift through. That's a lot of records. I spend the better part of an hour going through each one, seeing what I could get my hands on. Somewhere around the fifth cubicle, everything went silent, the only noise being that of my breathing and the shuffling of records. It was music to my ears as it took me to another world. The people around me disappeared, the music drifting out and down of the speakers above muted, the world outside, gone.

As the hour passed along, I looked next to me to see a stack of records that I had collected that I intended on buying. I knew at one point in time we had a working record player at home, but whether or not we still owned said record player was a mystery to me. So, I planned on buying a bunch of records with probably no way of listening to them in my house. Oh well; it would be mementos in the least.

The stack, as I sifted through my collected items, contained Tome Jones, Frank Sinatra, Dirty Dancing Performed Live, Celtic Variations, Love Story, Tommy Tutone, and to add some modern zest to the mix, Green Day's Bullet in a Bible.

We made our way to the registers and after we paid and had our bags in our hands, I turned back and took one long, lasting look to the place that I would be visiting a lot more often. A smile spread across my face as I realized that I would be walking into these beautiful four walls one day all too soon. A turn of the head, the slightest movements of muscles transported me from surrealism to reality as the noise and lights all came flooding back.

Soon. Soon, you will grace me with your vast variety again.