Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
“I’m not going to ask him that.” Dietre couldn’t be that bold, and besides, how would Noah know? Holly could be pretending to like him for some unknown reason. The person to ask was Holly, and it seemed he wanted to be annoyingly vague on the subject. Why couldn’t he just say what he meant and give him some peace of mind?
It was true that the other Dietre would never have been friends with that other Noah. That would be like throwing a lamb to a hungry lion. This Dietre wouldn’t be friends with him either, but he’d fair better during an encounter for sure. He found it easy to deal with people who hated him. It was people who appeared neutral that were the problem.
“I don’t know. Someone… more energetic?” He canted his head and gave Holly yet another scan. A cheerleader type was exactly what he had been picturing, someone more feminine and bubbly. Not Mr. Deadpan.
Put on the spot again, Dietre grew flustered. “N-no. I said the music was good, I just object to the message…” His voice had a sulky tone as he defended himself, stress bringing out his accent a little more. The other Dietre had quickly grown out of an accent after a year or so in public school, but this one had remained isolated and so it lingered, that mix of German and British, it made him sound like a bit of a snob.
Another record, his interest piqued by the promise of the saddest song ever written. It did not disappoint and his eyes lit up which each verse. This time he kept quiet until it was over, speaking only when the air was filled with the fuzz of the needle hitting dust. “Oh, this one is much better... It’s perfect.”