![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Oct. 7th, 2004 12:52 pm*The silence of Raph's New York is broken by the blaring sound of Pearl Jam's Ten. He woke up this morning with a massive hangover, and a strong desire to hear some Grung Rock. It doesn't bother him that there's no cd player or radio in the tent. In fact, he doesn't even really notice where the music is coming from, and truthfully, he doesn't care. He trains the best he can with his limited abilities, and then hits the shower.
The only time he stops and pay close attention to the music is when the song Black begins to play. He doesn't let it get to the first chorus before skipping to the next song. Raph doesn't need break up music, that would be admitting there's something wrong. And that's something Raph just does not do.
The only time he stops and pay close attention to the music is when the song Black begins to play. He doesn't let it get to the first chorus before skipping to the next song. Raph doesn't need break up music, that would be admitting there's something wrong. And that's something Raph just does not do.
