Soundtracked
Nov. 20th, 2007 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Bow-bow budda-da da da yeeeeahh bow-bow chaka wow
Katie looked up from her miso soup with a puzzled expression. The sound had just cut through the sushi restaurant on 34th Street. She'd just finished off her unagi maki roll and was just getting the last of the soup down when the music had sounded. She looked around, but no one seemed to have noticed, intent on their bento boxes. She sat for a long time, drinking green tea and waiting, and after two hours of silence, she finally left.
Wah-wah bow-budda-da-da uda uda waaah wow
"Alright stop. Tell me you heard that?"
"Heard what?" Sean rolled over and grinned, slipping his hand up her thigh. "This some new game?"
"Hey, no! Stop! Look," Katie gestured at the room around her, ignoring the fact that Sean's attention was unlikely to waver from her naked breasts, which he'd been pawing only a moment before. "There was music. You know, like 70s music."
"I didn't hear anything."
"But I did." Katie sighed and ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I've heard it before."
"You're imagining things. Come on, babe. Let's just--"
"No. Just-- I'm not in the mood now." She said, knowing that he wouldn't be here again after tomorrow. But she wasn't crazy.
Hnah-na-na chaka chaka bow wow shee-yeah ha
It left her frozen in the middle of the street, scrabbling to avoid the cab that nearly ran her down. It had been coming more and more often now. At work, at home; it didn't matter how many people were around, no one else ever heard it. Just her.
Someone yelled about drugs, and she only wished it was the truth.
Bakka-yow bow budda-yeah-ha da duh duh chaka bow
It was constant now, an underlining thread to soundtrack her entire life. She'd lost her job when the sound of the bass had ruined any ability to focus on the documents coming across her desk. Every relationship ended as soon as the brass kicked in, leaving her sick to her stomach and unable to even touch her date. Every medical test proved nothing, and even illegal drugs didn't stop it coming.
So Katie sat in her soon to be evicted from apartment, crying in funk.

Katie looked up from her miso soup with a puzzled expression. The sound had just cut through the sushi restaurant on 34th Street. She'd just finished off her unagi maki roll and was just getting the last of the soup down when the music had sounded. She looked around, but no one seemed to have noticed, intent on their bento boxes. She sat for a long time, drinking green tea and waiting, and after two hours of silence, she finally left.
Wah-wah bow-budda-da-da uda uda waaah wow
"Alright stop. Tell me you heard that?"
"Heard what?" Sean rolled over and grinned, slipping his hand up her thigh. "This some new game?"
"Hey, no! Stop! Look," Katie gestured at the room around her, ignoring the fact that Sean's attention was unlikely to waver from her naked breasts, which he'd been pawing only a moment before. "There was music. You know, like 70s music."
"I didn't hear anything."
"But I did." Katie sighed and ran a shaky hand through her hair. "I've heard it before."
"You're imagining things. Come on, babe. Let's just--"
"No. Just-- I'm not in the mood now." She said, knowing that he wouldn't be here again after tomorrow. But she wasn't crazy.
Hnah-na-na chaka chaka bow wow shee-yeah ha
It left her frozen in the middle of the street, scrabbling to avoid the cab that nearly ran her down. It had been coming more and more often now. At work, at home; it didn't matter how many people were around, no one else ever heard it. Just her.
Someone yelled about drugs, and she only wished it was the truth.
Bakka-yow bow budda-yeah-ha da duh duh chaka bow
It was constant now, an underlining thread to soundtrack her entire life. She'd lost her job when the sound of the bass had ruined any ability to focus on the documents coming across her desk. Every relationship ended as soon as the brass kicked in, leaving her sick to her stomach and unable to even touch her date. Every medical test proved nothing, and even illegal drugs didn't stop it coming.
So Katie sat in her soon to be evicted from apartment, crying in funk.