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[/size][/font][/b][/i]f there was one thing that bothered Lennon Kingston it was silence. Over the past twenty one years he'd become accustomed to a certain noise level, and it wasn't anything close to the calm dormitories here are Waverly University. His first instinct was to put a record on, pop a couple lortab, and zone out. However, the student in the room next door had made a habit of reporting him and Lennon really couldn't handle getting kicked out of the dorms. He made enough money doing session work to pay for on campus housing, but not anything else, and the last thing he wanted to do was ask his father for money. That would be a quite the low blow for Lennon, seeing as he'd been living on his won since he graduated high school. Right now his life was nothing more than a lucky streak. He'd had so many gigs he hadn't had to buss tables in almost a year. Things seemed to be looking up for him. Maybe he'd be able to snag another recording contract... if he was lucky.
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[/size][/font][/b][/i] ith nothing better to do, Lennon decided that venturing out of his dorm was the only option. Usually when he went out and about his intended destination was a bar or club. Today was a tad bit different. It was too early in the day for him to start drinking, even if he had been drunk around this same time yesterday. So, instead of hitting up his favorite bar he left his small dorm room and made his way toward to the local record shop. He wanted noise, and music. So, he simply bum around, listen to records and maybe even buy a couple to add to his collection. Not that he really needed 400 plus vinyl albums and 300 plus CDs, but when it came to music, Lennon could never have too much. In fact, he could never have enough. He had everything from The Beatles to The New York Dolls. That may not sound like a wide variety to some, but for Lennon it's pretty damn drastic to go from the most popular pop band in history to one of New York's punk bands who where known for dressing entirely in drag. Being the picky person he is, Lennon figured that was a pretty wide variety. Care to argue it? I wouldn't advise it, unless, of course, you know as much about music. (Which is very rare, might I ad.) If not, I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself. You'll get along with Lennon much better that way.
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[/size][/font][/b][/i]he local shop that Lennon frequented just happened to be named after one of the most popular Beatles tune of all time. (Not the best choice in Lennon's mind, but certainly not bad.) Strawberry Fields Records wasn't too far from campus for students t walk. So, as you can imagine, Lennon frequented this little shop. In fact, any money he didn't spend on liquor, school, or pills was spent in here. He was one of their best customers, hands down. They even knew him by name. Which is why, as he walked in, the girl at the counter greeted with a smile. "Hey," He said and nodded her way, before heading toward the racks and racks of music. What was he in the mood for today? There was no telling. At first he browsed the blues racks, picking up CDs by Robert Johnson and Big Bill Broonzy. However, something about that didn't suit his mood. So, he moved on. Soon he found himself in the indie section, holding the new album by The Kooks, entitled Konk. He'd heard it before, and knew it was amazing, but was it worth paying for? As he stared at the back of the plastic case and wondered people wandered in and out of the shop. He payed them no mind. It wasn't like on of them would suddenly decide that a conversation with him was a good idea. Well, they might, but that thought hadn't crossed his mind just yet. He was too involved in the music around him.
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Tinsley Carmichael valued family as much as she valued her first pair of Jimmy Choo's but this was getting to the point of absolute ridiculousness. Cruising every record store in New York city probably wasn't a thing you could do in one day but she had no problem with exageration and was now on what she considered to be the final store in all of NYC. Leaning against the front counter of Strawberry Fields Records, the pretty brunette whipped her cell phone out of her oversized handbag with ease as she had many times before. It was time to break the news to her cousin.

"Hello darling. No, couldn't find it and No, I'm not looking anywhere else. Use iTunes like everyone else for christs sake" the girl had no problem using the lords name in vain now that her feet were aching and she was so sick of asking every record store if they had some stupid remix of some stupid dance song from who knows how long ago. It was getting quite annoying really and she was sure this song didn't even exist. But her cousin just happened to be family and desperately needed it for som DJing gig he'd set up so it all seemed like a worthy sacrifice. Well, not really since she could have been sleeping or sorting out what she'd be doing that evening.

Dropping her phone back into her handbag, Tinsley prepared herself to leave and find much more interesting things to do. Thanking the sales girl with a quick smile, Tinsley turned on her heels in the direction of the front door, stopping only at the sight of a familar figure flicking through CD racks.
Letting a smirk tug at the corners of her lips, she decided that maybe, just maybe, the record store had more to offer to her.
The person that had so quickly changed her mind? None other than Lennon Kingston. No, don't get any ideas that Tinsley was madly in love with him or anything, that'd just be stupid. The young male however, did hold a slight fascination that always got her attention and managed to keep it for quite some time.

Walking in his direction, Tinsley ran a hand through her hair out of habit. Of all the palces in New York, Tinsley really wasn't all that suprised to find the musician in a music store. It made sense really, yet she was suprised to find him in the exact same music store as her. She was suprised to find herself in a record store at all actually but that was beside the point. Lennon Kingston was interesting, as was the relationship Tinsley had with him. Yes, interesting was the word. No strings attatched sex, a whole lot of drinking and the occasional small talk. It worked for both of them and it meant Tinsley didn't have to put up with anything annoying Lennon had to say and she was sure there was plenty of that. Lennon had the luxury of doing what he wanted and not having to answer to Tinsley because well, Tinsley was the last person to care what he was doing when he wasn't around her. They used each other, as simple as that really. Tinsley enjoyed being used however and she got the feeling so did Lennon. What guy wouldn't enjoy being used by Tinsley Carmichael? An encounter like this one hadn't happened before however and Tinsley was actually quite curious to see if Lennon was capable of making conversation or if he really was a love them and leave them kind of guy. Either way, she didn't care but it seemed rude to not say hello when he was right by her.

"Lennon" Tinsley smiled, acting as suprised as she could even though she already knew he was there. Really, if the fashion thing didn't work out she had a serious chance with an acting career. Letting her eyes skim over him, she didn't detect anything to suggest he was drunk. Was there something wrong with him ? Tinsley was pretty sure she'd only ever been around Lennon when he was drunk but he could say the same thing about her. As sober as could be and wide awake, Tinsley faced him once more, "Hardly recognised you with all your clothes on" she faked suprise once more, holding her manicured fingers against her lips. He could entertain her, for now anyway.[/blockquote]