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One of Berlioz’s favorite places to go was the record shop in Coolsville. They had such a wide array for a selection and Berlioz never walked out empty handed. He was browsing the rows of records, admiring them all and how different they were from each other. If there was one thing that Berlioz loved it was music. As much as he wanted to branch out and find new passions and things to love music would always hold a special place in his heart. He had just spotted a record that sparked his interest and was reaching to grab it when a hand came out of no where and grabbed it. Slightly annoyed, but not wanting to start any confrontation, Berlioz simply let out a soft sigh and offered a smile to the stranger. “You’ve got good taste. And a faster arm than me.” He let out a soft laugh and blew a blonde curl out of his eyes. “I admit defeat though. I won’t fight you for it. Early bird gets the worm, or something. Wait, that’s not right.” He furrowed his brows together then shrugged. “I mean first who gets it is the winner basically.” He mentally slapped himself for being so awkward. “Regardless, you should get that because it’s a great album.”
