After who knows how many warnings Agnes had finally bothered to go out and buy electric drums, that she could play with headphones without bothering anyone. Bel had pretty much gotten used to Agnes beating the hell out of her old and worn drum set but the other people living in the rooms around them weren't. So today Agnes had fished out the savings she'd been able to hoard and get out of her room during the day for once. Agnes had no idea if she had eough money, guess she'd see when she got to the music store.Agnes was wearing a black hoodie with long sleeves, the hood drawn over her head. The sun wasn't out thanks to clouds but it was chilly, and daylight was still bright for Agnes' vampire eyes so she had her sunglasses on. And, as always, a pair of dark red drumsticks was sticking out from Agnes' back pocket. She never went anywhere without them.
Agnes walked her hands in her pockets, and she had a shoulder bag that contained her UV umbrella, in case the sun came out, and wallet and some other additional crap. Even Agnes wasn't sure what was in there, her bag was just as cluttered as her dorm room.
Agnes reached the music store and stood in front of it for a moment. At first playing drums had been a way to get the rage out, before her depression had settled in and made Agnes numb. Now, thanks to some therapy, Agnes was getting slightly less numb. But even during her depression Agnes had kept playing drums, even though there was no point. Agnes hadn't especially cared about drums aside from liking rock. But here she was, wasting her time and money to buy electric drums just so she could keep playing them. It was weird, but Agnes couldn't imagine not playing drums in the future. Agnes didn't know what she was going to do with her life, or what she was going to be in the future. But she knew she wanted to keep playing drums.
Agnes sighed and entered the store. Better just get this over with.
Agnes walked to the back of the store, ignoring a clerk that came up to her, to see the drums stacked back there. The prices were ridiculous, Agnes would have to save money for 5 years to get the most expensive set. But as she circled over to the electric drums the prices lowered, and Agnes saw a set she could afford. It looked flimsy, like blowing on it could knock it over. It was set up on a pedestal, kinda like a small stage, and Agnes circled it a bit with a thoughtful frown on her face.
"Would you like to try it?"
Agnes turned around to look at the clerk she had ignored a minute ago, she had a pleasant smile since one rude customer she could easily handle. Agnes raised an eyebrow at her.
"I can?"
"Oh yes, certainly! The volume can be adjusted in this model, although the store is quite deserted at the moment so it does not matter in any case."
Agnes puckered her lips slightly in thought before smirking and dropping her bag on the floor. She went right up and climbed on the pedestal, planting herself behind the drums. She pulled her drumsticks from her pocket, tested the drums were on and began playing an insanely hard drum solo she had been practising. She wanted to hear how this tiny set could handle it. Agnes wasn't paying attention, but as she played the clerk looked impressed, almost amazed, as she listened to Agnes play. But Agnes was in the zone, drumming her heart out. This set had quite the decent sound.
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