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K. El-Amrani
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Even Michael had to admit that he felt a little torn between all of the things going on around him. On one side, this girl Denny was talking to him, and had been nice enough to give him the extra copy of Michael Jackson's Off The Wall. On the other side, Kim seemed to be venomous as usual, and was already asking when they would leave.
Then there was Michael in the middle, who was far too busy looking at the liner notes of the album. He was practically salivating at the prospect of actually listening to it. How many years had it been since he last heard it? A lot, probably. Michael could scarcely remember.
So, confronted by multiple forces and not knowing how to really respond, Michael's mind proceeded to do what it always did best; it tuned them all out.
"...Oh, Denny, this is...Kim. She's new around here. From uptown." Michael lied, his eyes suddenly focused on the record player sitting on the counter ahead. "...You two talk for a little bit...there's no rush to leave..."
By the time he had reached the counter and picked up Rob's record player, he was in another world. Still, Michael couldn't help but notice something. It was something miniscule, but he had somehow managed to notice it anyway.
Where was Rickie? He had been at the counter just a minute ago, and now he was gone. Michael raised a curious eyebrow as he made sure to hold the record player in his arms carefully. A sudden disappearance was certainly strange, to say the least.
"Kimberely...Ramone, right?" Denny said, her smile suddenly becoming just a bit too sly. "I've heard of you, I think. Did you play in a band or something?"
Denny had to control herself from giggling. She didn't really realize that what she had said was more than incredibly suspicious. After all, she didn't know Kim personally. She had just heard of her countless times. So after a minute, Denny giggled again like an idiot.
"I'm sorry...it's just that your friend Michael is interesting. And between you and me...he's kind of cute. Not in the cute young Michael Jackson way. In the cute older Michael Jackson way..." Denny said, suddenly becoming just a little starry eyed as she glanced at Michael by the counter.
Then there was Michael in the middle, who was far too busy looking at the liner notes of the album. He was practically salivating at the prospect of actually listening to it. How many years had it been since he last heard it? A lot, probably. Michael could scarcely remember.
So, confronted by multiple forces and not knowing how to really respond, Michael's mind proceeded to do what it always did best; it tuned them all out.
"...Oh, Denny, this is...Kim. She's new around here. From uptown." Michael lied, his eyes suddenly focused on the record player sitting on the counter ahead. "...You two talk for a little bit...there's no rush to leave..."
By the time he had reached the counter and picked up Rob's record player, he was in another world. Still, Michael couldn't help but notice something. It was something miniscule, but he had somehow managed to notice it anyway.
Where was Rickie? He had been at the counter just a minute ago, and now he was gone. Michael raised a curious eyebrow as he made sure to hold the record player in his arms carefully. A sudden disappearance was certainly strange, to say the least.
"Kimberely...Ramone, right?" Denny said, her smile suddenly becoming just a bit too sly. "I've heard of you, I think. Did you play in a band or something?"
Denny had to control herself from giggling. She didn't really realize that what she had said was more than incredibly suspicious. After all, she didn't know Kim personally. She had just heard of her countless times. So after a minute, Denny giggled again like an idiot.
"I'm sorry...it's just that your friend Michael is interesting. And between you and me...he's kind of cute. Not in the cute young Michael Jackson way. In the cute older Michael Jackson way..." Denny said, suddenly becoming just a little starry eyed as she glanced at Michael by the counter.