The music theif
The
cassette is thrown into the Walkman, the music rolling out of it and into your
ears, filling your blood, your every cell with electricity. The gas petal of
the car is stepped on as the car starts moving faster and faster hitting it’s
limits. The target of the heist is located and as the building is reached the
music starts being painfully slow, as he moves through the people with ease but
caution. As the music starts gaining back a much stronger and faster rhythm, he
realizes the enemy has caught on his presence. He starts walking faster, every
fiber of his body preparing for what’s next. His arm is caught, and he dodges
making a hook and crashing to the opponent’s jaw. People freeze. He runs toward the wall
bouncing off on it, physics doing its thing and he is met with the terrified
eyes of the person behind the cash register. Its crazy to think how eyes can
tell us more, about the actual person, their whole soul and being. Its crazy
that you can tell almost anything when there isn’t any sparkle of life behind
them. Maybe it’s just life messing with us all, or the crazy impact of adulthood,
maybe the real world that tells us that everything is not how it seems. The
music becomes slower again just for a moment when he stares into her eyes. They
are green, full of life yet seem robbed out of that sparkle that the world
takes from us. Just how it takes everything else. He realizes he has been
distracted as the music pours into his ears once again. He pulls out the money
from the cash register and faces the people in the back. Surrounded by the
enemies he has no chance of escaping form the front exit like he plant to. He
scans the place looking for a way out when a something flying comes right to
his face. As he dodges it, he realizes he has no time. He backs out to the
window and as another thing comes flying trough the air and shooting the glass
behind him into a million pieces he whispers “Sorry” to the girl as he comes
flying to the ground. He hits a plank barely making it to hang on it. He slides
on the side of the building as he starts running. With the adrenaline levels
high his speed is increased when his favorite song comes up. As the moon rises
and the day sets, the girl is finishing her crazy shift with the mysterious
music thief. As he murmured a slow and sly “Sorry” she heard a song drumming in
his ears. She couldn’t get that same exact sound out of her brain for the last
reminder of her shift. And as the stars started twinkling in the night sky and
she started walking to her shoebox of an apartment she put on her headphones
and realized one thing: It all starts with a killer track.
