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In hindsight, putting "Renegade" on this mix was probably a bad choice•.
The reasoning had been relatively sound. Who didn't enjoy the slow build, the rocking chorus that made it feel like everything was possible if you had the right soundtrack? The mood had struck her and the next thing she'd known, she'd been dragging it into the playlist. Someone was bound to appreciate it. That Anathema just knew to be true.
Headphones tucked in her ears, she was on her way to get herself a drink to congratulate herself on yet another brilliant set of horoscopes, each different and catered to the six different publications that she was employed by. Getting a proper job with regular hours was something she kept meaning to get to, but hadn't yet. It was on the list. Somewhere after organizing her sock drawer, she swore.
Humming along to the song, she followed the familiar steps, stepping around people a moment just a moment before they ran into her, ducking around delivery men and shoppers without losing a beat. She knew where the Book was (in her flat for once, locked in a drawer, key tied around her neck), knew which drink she was starting with (a Dark & Stormy, seasons be damned) and had a fairly good start on knowing which books were going to be on the best seller's list (three years from now).
Still, even foresight and practicality had their limits. These limits occasionally liked to rub themselves in Anathema's face by causing her to step just a moment too late out of someone's way, six steps from the pub she was after. Collisions had to happen somewhere and this was more abrupt than most.
Pulling her headphones down, she grinned brilliantly up at the tall, handsome man she'd walked into. "Sorry about that," she offered, hand slipping around to hit pause on her CD player. "I'm not normally the stumbling into men type. You caught me off guard."
• Or it had been an incredibly right one. The jury was still out on that one. They'd taken a long lunch and showed no real sign of returning.
The reasoning had been relatively sound. Who didn't enjoy the slow build, the rocking chorus that made it feel like everything was possible if you had the right soundtrack? The mood had struck her and the next thing she'd known, she'd been dragging it into the playlist. Someone was bound to appreciate it. That Anathema just knew to be true.
Headphones tucked in her ears, she was on her way to get herself a drink to congratulate herself on yet another brilliant set of horoscopes, each different and catered to the six different publications that she was employed by. Getting a proper job with regular hours was something she kept meaning to get to, but hadn't yet. It was on the list. Somewhere after organizing her sock drawer, she swore.
Humming along to the song, she followed the familiar steps, stepping around people a moment just a moment before they ran into her, ducking around delivery men and shoppers without losing a beat. She knew where the Book was (in her flat for once, locked in a drawer, key tied around her neck), knew which drink she was starting with (a Dark & Stormy, seasons be damned) and had a fairly good start on knowing which books were going to be on the best seller's list (three years from now).
Still, even foresight and practicality had their limits. These limits occasionally liked to rub themselves in Anathema's face by causing her to step just a moment too late out of someone's way, six steps from the pub she was after. Collisions had to happen somewhere and this was more abrupt than most.
Pulling her headphones down, she grinned brilliantly up at the tall, handsome man she'd walked into. "Sorry about that," she offered, hand slipping around to hit pause on her CD player. "I'm not normally the stumbling into men type. You caught me off guard."
• Or it had been an incredibly right one. The jury was still out on that one. They'd taken a long lunch and showed no real sign of returning.