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Tony's POV
I didn’t want to go to work, though I couldn't afford another sick day. Sighing I put down the paper and grabbed my coat. My head pounded, my stomach ached and every fiber of my being wanted to just go back to sleep and never wake up. But I couldn't do that to Em. I locked the door and made my way down the stairs. The da.mn elevator has been broken for about two months now. Third floor isn’t so bad and the exercise is nice but I'm sick of hearing people complain from the top floors. It gets old. I was greeted outside by icy air. My breath fogged up the air as I tugged my coat closer around me. I could drive, but I didn’t have gas money; and besides I already had someone interested in my car. They weren’t willing to pay much, but it was enough to keep Em and I going for awhile. The record shop wasn’t that far anyway. Three blocks. Not that far. In the summer.
My legs were numb by the time I unlocked and entered the store. I took a deep breath; the sudden swell of warm air choked me. Coughing I walked behind the counter and set everything up for the day. A small red light was flashing on the telephone. I hit the message button. My co-worker Devery's voice flooded the room.
"Hey, *cough* I can't come into work today. I'm *cough* sick. I'll be back asap. Hope everything is going to be fine with out me. Laters."
Oh, of course, Devery was the only other person suppose to work today. But of course beating my self unconscious with a stapler was not the way to go. I just sighed cursing under my breath and willed the day to be over with. I glanced at the clock, 8 am. *CENSORED*. Another long day at work. At least I have Em's 4 o'clock visit to look forward too. Just then the annoying little bell over the door chimed. Glancing over I noticed a man standing there shaking his head. It had started snowing out. Imagine that. He shivered and hugged his coat.
"Good morning!" I said plastering on my fake smile. "What brings you in so early?"
"Boredom." He answered. His curly hair clinging to his snow drenched face. "And a need for new, or technically old, music."
"I see, if you need any help don't hesitate to ask." Or hesitate I'm not in the mood. He nodded and began search through the hundred of records. A few minutes later I checked the clock again. Hoping it had miraculously became 6 pm and I could go home. 8 am? What?! The effing clock died. Again.
"Do you have any recommendations?" The guy asked.
"The Clash." I said without thinking. He looked up and nodded walking over to the 'C' section.
"Any certain album." He asked when he noticed there were quite a few.
"Combat Rock." I told him. He picked through and found a copy. "I can play some for you if you want." He nodded walking over to the counter reading the back. The owner of the shop had gotten an iPOD and downloaded every record in the shop onto it. The Clash Combat Rock was always right there when I turned it on. I turned it to 'Should I Stay or Should I Go', it was always a favorite and placed the iPOD on the speakers.
The guy started bobbing his head to the music. "I like it." He stated as the song came to a close. "I'll take it." I rung up the record. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" I looked up at him my eyebrow *CENSORED*ed up.
"Why?" I asked as he handed me his money.
"Just wondering the name of the girl who introduced me to the Clash." He said innocently.
"Okay…Tony." I told him. He nodded taking the record.
"Well thank you Tony it was nice to meet you." He said before walking out the door.
"That was weird." I said to myself realizing he hadden’t told me his. "Whatever."
