Blog #2 - Bicycle Race

It was a ghost town around here recently. People haven't been leaving their houses, haven't been talking, just acting weird. There was something in the air. I don't know, but it almost feels as though we're all being watched.

I had to keep moving.

I marched through the apartment, tripping on the old telepphone chord strewn across the floor. I should remember to unplug the damn thing. But late, no time now. I strutted down to the garage, but when I got to the 3rd floor, a cold breeze when I walked into the doorway threw me off. So I went on a walk, it was Saturday and I didn't have anything better to do so why not.

Soundtrack: "Bicycle Race" - Queen

Conrad's in town! I had seen the fliers and wanted to find some of his CD's. Never listened to him much, but I'm always down for something new. I had to make sure I knew all of his songs before the show, I mean it was my first concert! Maybe Dad will take me to one of his someday. If I find him.

Walking down Magnolia I felt a few raindrops and bolted towards the Learning Worm. They have a pretty extensive Record and CD collection on the 3rd floor. After scavenging the bin for a few minutes I found a single, lone CD. $2.50! Sweet! I paid and slipped outside. It was pouring now, but whatever, rain never hurt anybody.

I slid in that first disc and it didn't take me to a new world. All my life music was an escape for me. It got me through my Dad never being home and my high school girlfriend leaving me for my best friend... But that's neither here nor there. Conrad's album didn't take me away, no, it brought me closer. One of the first lines I heard was "Something has been happening as of late," and after that everything seemed to be written about the Maitland. It was... odd. The songs were written 50 years ago, but they applied so much to what I had been feeling.

The concert was not what I had hoped. I wanted to be whisked away to another world, but everywhere around me in the lawn, I saw my neighbors. And they were just as detached as they had been. He played an encore and we all started walking back to the apartment. 

I walked faster and faster until I was full sprint. Someone, something was following me. Breathing down my neck. Then, a click. "Don't move!"