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kvltasfvk (kvltasfvk) wrote in nevermore_logs,

If he could, Erik usually shopped at the more underground music stores. They always had a better selection of black metal, but mainly they carried quite a few rare items that the BM elite were always trying to get their hands on. Today though, his music store of choice had been closed for the day, due to the owner being sick.

He hadn't intended on entering the music store that he did, but he was bored, and wanted to see what they had. Heading straight for the heavy metal section, Erik was already in the mindset that the majority of the black metal albums would be buy Dimmu Borgir, and Cradle of Filth.

AKA Dummy Burger, and Cradle of Shit.

He was somewhat contented that there was indeed a healthier selection of his music. Sure he wasn't going to find Forgotten Woods "Baklengs Mot Stupet", but he probably wouldn't find that anywhere in the city.

He was about to reach for a particular album that had caught his eye when he heard something that made him uncomfortable. It was loud, catchy, with poppy drums and guitars. He glanced around the store, and wound up scowling when he figured out the source.

A music god.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Erik quickly went back to looking over the CDs.