Josie McCoy is no one's little red corvette (twicethespice) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-25 11:06:00 |
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Josie had a goal. One singular goal that she would work to attaining at any cost. An Ipod. What had been a mere magazine piece about a new musical revolution back home was staring out from her in all it's tiny, shiny glory in the here and now at the music store she had found a job at. She hated to admit it, but Alexander had been right about something. It was revolutionary. The amount the sleek sliver thing the size of her hand could hold was absolutely mind boggling to her. She could put all her favourite cd's, the ones she liked, the ones she sort of liked and the ones she probably would never listen to but she could put them on none the less and STILL have room left over. It truly was a magnificent device.
One she would take working with the pod people for. Josie wasn't much of a questioner, she tended to go with the flow and adapt but even she couldn't not ask questions about her new home. Questions to which she got the frustrating none answers from the people in the city, other than the ones who were in the same boat as her at least. Pod people. Total pod people she had decided.
Pod people who listened to Celine Dion which was like hell on earth. Josie had never been so happy to see someone leave as she was when her co worker left and she could veto the Celine. She quickly swapped in Joan Jett's Bad Reputation and started singing along as she stacked cds and put them back in their appropriate places.