The grocery bag was filled with just a few basics, and the weight of it in his arm helped to offset the weight of the case of beer in his other hand. Having gotten it all out of the trunk of his clunker, Tom started toward the school. Then he heard it. The music. Music that no one in their right mind would ever be playing, but he knew it. Both his mother and father had an appreciation of the classics and had raised him to have at least a familiarity with the tunes of decades past.
Deciding to follow the sounds, like a rat to the Pied Piper's tune, Tom walked the grounds, after a few minutes finding the rocker doing his thing. Wow, he even had a microphone! Grinning, the redhead drew near, setting his groceries down a few yards from where Cooper was set up. He popped open the side of the beer case, grabbing up a couple of can. Yeah, a couple, Tom couldn't tell, but the guy looked cloes enough to twenty-one to him.