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Post by Shaitan {Elioenai} on Jan 25, 2009 17:02:19 GMT -8
His eye scanned the shelves slowly, looking for nothing in particular. He did not have to be home until 5:00PM. His representative would arrive then for any new pieces he wished to sell, and to give his earnings.
Pride and Prejudice. Why was he in this section again? He had not read the book. He had no desire to.
The music section. . . . Ah, the piano pieces. He picked out a book he had not seen there before. Perhaps it was new. The pages were white, and had his own skin appeared any paler, it might have just blended in. Hmm. . . . New pieces and old. The old ones were only reworked.
He closed the book and looked at the cover. Stories of Past. Wishes of Present. Well, nice description.
As he continued to look through the books, he held the one music book in his hand cherishingly. Though he had heard many songs, he still yearned to hear more. To learn more. He glanced across the spines of the art books when he came to them. So many of them and yet all useless to him. He knew art concepts. The techniques and types of strokes. What were lessons to him?
"Can I help you?" someone said softly.
The typical question, and one they always asked. Did they like agonizing over it? Did they find it amusing to hire new people and have them ask the same question to the usuals? He looked at the woman with a blank expression, and then he held up the music book.
She smiled and nodded her head in the direction of the front of the library. He knew where the counter was.
He followed her, despite his dot of aggravation. He did not think he was ready to leave yet, but trying to tell her would be like telling a rock to move itself. |
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