I entered the CD shop on the college Campus to see who I could ensnare with the latest thing that the Spiral had been attached to. "Welcome. What can I get you?" asked a gorgeous Red Headed punk when I entered the building. I took out my phone and told her. "I'd like your opinion on a song that I've written." "Yeah, you're in the wrong place. We sell music, the band hall's in the building across from us." she dryly retorted. I liked feisty, especially breaking feisty.
She wasn't wrong, the song itself was nothing special, it was the power of the spiral that it held that I wanted her to hear. "Give it a try and I'll guarantee you'll like it." "No, I'm jot interested in "giving it a listen". Your music probably isn't my type, and I'd bet it sucks ass to boot." Oh you'll be singing a different tune soon. Ignoring her protest I began to the music with the volume on max. "H-Hey what are you doing playing it now?! I said--" Her voice trailed off as the spiral sunk her consciousness into a trance. Now she was mine for the taking.
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