Empire Records and Bidet [4/29]

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Lucas opened Empire. He had absolutely no idea what was going on on the island.

Today's music mix: Sex Pistols, Violent Femmes, the Clash, the Ramones . . . pretty much anything punk with an explicit lyrics label.

There might be some Eminem in there, too.

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"Yes, she is." Lucas nodded. "And yes, we do." He lead the way over to the "OMG, they never stop!" section. "What's your favorite Madonna song?"

[chasingangela]

This was a very important question, and Angela considered it seriously. "The one 'bout dancing. 'Get inno da groove,'case you gots to proove, your love to me...,'" she sang tunelessly.

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Lucas smiled. "That's an excellent song." He pulled out an album. "And you are a very good singer."

The question was, did she have any money?

Well, no matter. One free album for a little girl couldn't hurt.

[chasingangela]

"My mommy says so," Angela said. "Brian Krakow says my voice stinks, but he's just a boy."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the change from All & Sundreis, probably a good $40. "I have this much moneys."

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Lucas blinked at the massive pile of change. "That should be enough to get at least two records. Is there any other that you would like?"

[chasingangela]

"Dunno," Angela said. "I like happy music, an' purple, an' bears, especially in cartoons. Do you have any songs about bears or unicorns?"

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Lucas had no idea about songs about bears or unicorns. So he grabbed a Flaming Lips album. "You might like this one,"

[chasingangela]

Angela looked at the cover. "LAVA!", she said, eyes big.

She tried to sound out the title. "The Fuh-flaming lips," she read "War My-sticks."

"What's a my-stick?"

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"Mystic," Lucas corrected absently. "Mystics are people who know a lot about magic."

[chasingangela]

"Ohhh," Angela said, impressed. "Why would you want to go to war with them? Couldn't they just turn you into a monkey or something? Missus Skeeter at school does that all the time."

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"Some people don't like magic," Lucas shrugged. "They're silly people."

[chasingangela]

"Very silly," Angela agreed. "Magic is cool. I wish I could do it."

She stared at the CD cover a little more. "I want this! And Madonna."

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"Okay. Then I'll need . . . ." Lucas did some very, very slow math in his head. "How high can you count?"

[chasingangela]

"I can count really high. All the way to twenny," Angela said proudly.

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"Then twenty of those coins," he said.

[chasingangela]

Angela carefully counted out nineteen, no, twenty quarters. "Is that enough?"

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Lucas nodded. He wasn't about to have the poor kid count out all thirty some dollars in change. "That's perfect." He solemnly put the cds into a bag for her. "Have a very good day."

[chasingangela]

"You too!," Angela said cheerily.