Leticia Corazón Rodriguez (floreciente) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-11-28 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | november 2010 |
WHO: Leti and Eisen
WHAT: She's working (what else is new?) and he comes in the store
WHERE: Music store
WHEN: Afternoon, November 28th
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete
Well, that day hadn't exactly started off as planned. Leti had gone to bed the night before with a huge headache that had kept her up half the night. She'd risen to pop some cold medicine, and eventually that had gotten her to sleep. Bad part, though? She'd had nightmares about her dumb plants. The backdrop had been the island, of course, and she'd dreamed about losing control of her powers. A string of angry rock songs provided the soundtrack to the terrible dream, only egging on her issues within the dream. It was just so easy to give into the more angry and volatile side...it was easier than keeping things benign. The plants grew tall and grotesque. Dangerous. She'd awoken from the dream the next morning with a start, sitting up in bed in a cold sweat. Her tense feelings had her fingers clutching at her bedsheets, and unconsciously, she made the ivy outside grow up the side of her house with her bedroom window, letting it curl over the glass and obstruct her view out. She looked over at it, still too tense to have it wilt. So she left it, getting up in order to get ready to work. She had a long shift, and for once, going back and spending her time at the store might make her feel better.
And once she was at work, her lovely name-tag pinned to her skin-tight, v-neck black shirt, it was easier to ignore the lingering visions of the dream. The music was easy to get into, even if there weren't a whole lot of customers coming through. And so she went about her tasks. Restocking displays, fixing the standees. And all the while, she sang. She tried to keep her mouth shut during the more intense rock songs, if only for the sake of not getting herself worked up again. Eventually though, as she was putting away some CDs, an old Beyonce song came on. R&B wasn't really her thing, but when she heard the songs in Spanish, she couldn't really keep herself from going along.
"Miente, lo ves
Es un juego
Yo conosco cosas del que tu no quieres ni saber
Sabe decir lo que
Quieres oir
Un bello embustero
Solo por placer nuestra amistad no vamos a perder
A mi tambien
Siempre quiere verme sola
No hay que caer
En su trampa una vez mas
No nos pelearemos
No nos va a engañar
No terminaremos
Por un bello embustero..."
The words rolled off her tongue easily, with more of an accent than Beyonce could have ever had in a million years. And even if it wasn't her style, there was no denying that she pulled it off well.