Camille Blake (popularbitch) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-10 23:36:00 |
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Current location: | Shattered Records |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | camille blake-benoit, emmy gale |
Getting a Decent Music Collection
Who: Camille and Emmy
Where: Shattered Records
When: Thursday Afternoon, 1/6
Camille had the day off from Chloe's Sugar Shack, and, although she had to work tonight at Avarice, she was going to enjoy her day until she had to go. She had been scrimping and saving almost all of the money that she was making so that she could make sure that, with loans and scholarships and grants, she could go to school in the fall and only have to work one job (she had decided which job that would be yet), damnit she was going to spend some money on herself today. Instead of going clothes shopping, though, she decided that she was going to go to Shattered Records and pick up some of the music that she'd heard played in Avarice on nights that she was there. Now she'd just have to remember who the hell played the stuff that she had heard. Good luck, there.
Emmy was currently in the Alternative section, restocking the shelves. It was close to the end of her shift and she'd checked out mentally for the day, which was why she'd contented herself with a simple task before she had to leave. The petite blonde, clad in low-slung jeans and a tummy-bearing black tank-top with black oval-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. It had been a long, slow day and what she really wanted more than anything, was to curl up in her bed. Not long now...
When Camille spotted someone who worked there in the Alternative section (why do they call it alternative? alternative to what?), she headed over that way. "Hey...I was wondering if you can give me a hand. I heard some songs I really liked at Avarice and was trying to buy some stuff but I can't remember the artist." She grimaced, knowing this poor girl had to hear that eight million times a day. "I remember the song names, at least."
Emmy looked up at Camille (since she was crouching at the time) and shook her head with a chuckle. "Well, at least you know the names. Most people tend to sing a few lyrics at me. ...Sometimes that helps, but I don't know know everything. I wish I did." So... end-of-the-day-mode translated into babble-mode, also. Leave her alone. "Alright," she stood up, "What've you got?"
Camille smiled. "Good. Sounds like you're totally good at your job, then," she said. "OK, please excuse the total lack of a singing voice then while I sing you a few lyrics." She took a deep breath, and in a slightly flat voice, she started to sing, "Crucify then learn.. (take so much away from inside you, makes no sense, you know he can't guide you, he's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong!) Sit and watch me burn."
Emmy blushed and listened to Camille sing. A small smile broke out on her face as soon as she recognized the song and she stood, taking Camille's hand without asking, she led her over to where the Suicide Messiah CD's were and handed her one: "The new owner is married to the bassist, believe it or not."
"Really?" Camille asked, taking the CD. "I think the owner of Avarice is married to the lead singer as well. Isn't the point of becoming a rock star to be single and like, have sex with as many people as possible?" Seemed that way when she watched 'Behind the Music' on VH1.
"Oh, I'm sure that they still have sex with as many people as possible..." Emmy muttered under her breath... before realizing that that wasn't as 'under her breath' as she tried to make it out to be. Hrmh. Was someone a little jealous? "Anyway! What were the other songs you were talking about?"
Camille laughed. Ok, when you worked at Avarice, you tended to hear about all the people screwing in all the booths/bathrooms/under the tables/anywhere else they could fit. "If you worked at Avarice, you'd know SO much more about who all these people are sleeping with. It's crazy," she said simply. "Anyways, another one I was looking for was one that I actually got the name of from the DJ, but it's apparently really obscure." She pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolded it. "It's an album called 'Portrait of an Artist as a Young Ram' by Ram Jam."
"I probably WOULD know more, but I'd go crazy with the Kevin Bacon of it all," Emmy admitted with a chuckle. Hell, she'd heard SOME things that were downright incestuous, in her mind. "Oh, are you kidding?" Emmy laughed when she heard the band name, "I LOVE 'Black Betty'. It's still one of my favorites. I'm not sure if we have Portrait of an Artist, though..." she murmured thoughtfully, leading Camille over to the proper section, nevertheless.
"God...they all are kinda 'six degrees of separation, aren't they?" Camille asked with a chuckle. God, it was kind of disturbing...and she was kind of involved in it now, wasn't she? Her own fault, but it had been fun! Anyways..."Black Betty is awesome. I've only recently gotten into any sort of metal. Really since I started working at Avarice."
Emmy considered herself lucky that she wasn't a part of that 'six degrees of separation' crap... then again... give it time. "Yeah, I've been there a couple of times. The main DJ there really knows her stuff." She flipped through a couple of CD's and sighed. "Sadly, no 'Portrait of an Artist as a Young Ram'... We can totally get it ordered in, though, if you wouldn't mind waiting a couple weeks."
"No problem ordering it and waiting," Camille said with a slight smile to Emmy. "It's not like I'm going to lose my mind between now and then."
"You never know..." Emmy muttered with a playful smirk. "Do you have anything else for me?" It was kind of fun being challenged like this, so she didn't mind staying a couple minutes extra after her shift was supposed to end.
Camille shook her head. "Not at the moment, but if I find more stuff to want to listen to, I'll definitely come around and look for you to help me find it."
"Cool. Would you mind leaving your number for me, so I can call you when that CD comes in?" That was the good thing about Emmy. She always followed up on her promises to customers. She went far and beyond what others would do and always seemed to manage it with a smile.
Camille nodded and, after digging out a pen and paper from her purse, scrawled out her name and number on it for Emmy. "Here you go," she said, handing it to her.
"Cheers," Emmy replied, taking the piece of paper from her with a small smile. "I'll call you as soon as it comes in."