Dan Torrance (dan_torrance) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-12-05 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, daenerys targaryen, dan torrance |
Who: Dan and Open
Where: Lobby
When: Evening, December 4
What: Music!
Status: open
Warnings: TBD
Dan had woken up on the morning of December 2nd and found a record player in the middle of the bed, a little self-contained one with an am/fm radio built in, that didn’t need extra speakers or an equalizer or anything like that. It just needed a socket, and it was good to go. Not the weirdest or worst thing he’d ever woken up to, but it was certainly different. And there were records to go with it. Some that he’d remembered owning as a teenager, buying them out of Goodwill stores and not caring that they were all scratched and the covers were torn as long as he could get to listen to the songs. Some he’d owned on CD, or tape, and they were equally as scratched or worn, but still mostly playable. And there was one album that made him pause as he looked through the little pile. When he’d been little, and his dad was still alive and they lived in Stovington, his mom and dad had had loads of records between them. His dad had sold all of his before the move to Colorado, which had made Dan sad when he’d realized they were gone, and especially when he worked out that his favorite was also gone. An Eddie Cochran double album that had one of his favorite songs as a child on it - Twenty Flight Rock. And now it was here, along with Fleetwood Mac and Heart, Tom Petty and his Heartbreakers, Elvis, Hank and Lucinda Williams, Springsteen and the Eagles and a few more. His dad had died 42 years ago on December 2nd. And he'd just got that album back. So he sat up in bed, cross-legged, and fought hard against the feelings that threatened - he was a grown man, he’d made his peace with his dad when he’d been at the Roof o'the World, he wasn’t actually sad and he didn’t want to waken Abra - while he looked at the album in his hands and remembered the good times with Jack Torrance. Because there were some. Enough that he still remembered them even now, and what adult remembered things from before they were five, really? This evening, he’d brought the record player down to the lobby along with a few of the albums. Rumors and Fleetwood Mac, so he could sing along with Stevie (and Lindsey), Eagles Live, Pronounced 'Lĕh-'nérd 'Skin-'nérd, and Little Queen. He plugged it in after he’d gotten himself a coffee and picked a decent seat, put on Fleetwood Mac and sat back. It didn’t take very long before he was singing along with Monday Morning and watching the sky jellyfish out the window. |