The Shop

WE promised to go out and buy 37 saxophones, A Stiff Drink, Some Garlic, A collection of colourful rocks, each with its own name and dark backstory, Some Cheese, three cats and seven bottles of blue hair dye.
Oh, and "The Stuff". Can't forget "The Stuff"
There was a Delightful little Shop you'd heard about that had opened recently nearby and you're were eager to check it out

Static rips through your mind. Your head screams.

Didn't you make some promise to this creepy lady about... fuck, your soul or... no, you can't remember...

Shake off the thought, it's probably a dream, you're still not awake yet.

A moment later, the static fades and your mind clears. It's as if nothing had happened at all.



You decide to keep it as nothing.

7 AM gettin' up in the morning, gotta be fresh gotta go downstairs... our cereal is waiting for us. It's Friday, and don't we normally meet her on Fridays?

That's right, it was Friday.
Usually, she'd be the one taking you out somewhere, but this time was a bit different. She had asked you to take her out this time. To a concert of all things.

Your concert.

Technically the show wasn't until Sunday tonight, but since it was out of town you two decided to spend the weekend together for the heck of it.
A mini-vacation of sorts, why not.

>You promised to do some errands and chores for them.

You make a mental note to pick up some milk later.
Cereal with anything else would be a travesty.

>Well anyway, time to get dressed in the usual attire.

> You were gonna get her something really nice. Get ready for the day ahead, strap on your saxophone too, you're not gonna be getting dinner without performing your usual routine. For some reason, that one earworm... "Some Nights" -you think it's called, gets the biggest audience. You hate the song, you could never get it out of your head after playing it once.

You get dressed in the usual attire, a bright blue suit with blazing red accents. Fashionable, you insist despite her constant objections otherwise.

Before you leave you make sure to grab your instrument in its case, as well as the bag next to it. You'd give the latter to her tonight after everything was over.

You open the door.

Sam:
"About time you—oh no, not the striped pajamas.
Didn't I burn that last week?"