Let My Heart Rest In Pieces

Let My Heart Rest In Pieces 076

Alex Saavedra

Humming, I ran a hand through my hair and signed my name at the bottom of a stack of papers. I had to admit that this spring break wasn’t going as excitingly as I thought it would, with me working most of the break and all. I didn’t mind it, because I enjoyed my job and the people around me, but when I thought of spring break, I thought of teens running around wildly.

“God damn it Scott, if you throw another record at me, I will chop off your head and—!”

Okay, I guess not only teens did stupid and crazy things on spring break.

“This is the third time he’s done something like this this year.”

Alright, maybe it was just the immature people that went crazy, never mind it being spring break or not. I chuckled when Lisa pounced on Scott and started to pull at his now black and blonde hair. I shook my head and signed the last of the documents before I gave them a loud whistle.

“Come on guys, can we act a little professional?” I questioned. Lisa looked at me for only a second before going back to pulling on Scott’s hair. I rolled my eyes and jumped over the counter and pulled the woman off of my wacky friend.

“Professionalism people, can we accomplish that?!”

“Aw, come on V, you’ve become as boring as Bob over this spring break of yours,” Ray moaned.

“My door is open and I can hear you,” Bob’s voice said from in his office.

Ray was about to continue his rant, ignoring Bob as well, but was cut off when the door opened and a man came in. He had us all staring because, well, he looked like he could own this small store—even though we all knew that was Bob. He was dressed in a nice grey suit that fit him perfectly, probably tailored to his body, and he was just professional from head to toe. The thing that gave him that approachable look, however, was his light eyes and the smile he wore on his face.

“Hi sir, how can I help you?” I spoke up, knowing that I was the least likely to scare him away besides Bob.

His hand went to the back of his head, his fingers running through his short hair. “You see, I’m in desperate need of some supplies, I kind of messed up mine.” The way that he kind of mumbled the ending of his sentence made me grin. He was actually pretty handsome.

“How did you manage to ruin all your equipment?” I asked, showing him to the side of the store that held all the tech he would probably need.

“Well, my coffee decided that he wanted to become best friends with all the electrical supplies. There were fireworks when they met.”

I snorted while I laughed and shook my head. Leave it up to a man to do something like that. Well, I had done something along those lines with a CD player once. Man, there was sticky club soda everywhere…

Snapping out of my daydream, I smiled at the man again and started to point out the equipment that we happened to have.

“Lucky for you, all that we have here is the latest on the market, and we’ve tried them all out personally.”

He picked up one of the nicer mics that we had and turned it over each and every way. “And I hope everything is worth the cost?”

I bit my lip as I looked at the price, calculating the pros and cons of buying what he was holding. When he said he ruined everything, I really think he meant it. Was it worth it to buy a couple of these things with that huge price?

“I know the price seems a little high, but these are the best out there. They all have a year warranty, are nice and sturdy, and they catch onto the smallest noises without having to max out the motherboard.”

The man laughed loudly and I saw a sparkle in his eyes. “You know a lot about this kind of stuff?”

“I do a lot of reading and testing, I’m more into the actual music.”

He nodded his head and picked up a couple of the boxes that had the microphones in them, seemingly satisfied with the answer I had given him. He smiled at me and pushed us onward.

“Do you have any musical talents?” he asked me after we had gone over a few more electronics.

“Well, I’m a fairly good singer,” I told him, trying to sound as modest as possible, “it’s a passion of mine; that and playing the piano. But I’m far more skilled in singing then I am at playing instruments.”

“Anyone can pick up a guitar or drum and sound okay. It takes real talent to sing, and dedication to get better at it. Don’t tell anyone, but I have a bigger respect for the singers than the actual players.”

I laughed at that and thought of all of my friends, most of who played instead of sang. No, I don’t think I would tell anyone that, they might get offended.

“Don’t get me wrong, I could never do some of those guitar solos the big stars do.”

“Free Bird!”

The man spent a long time in that store, and with the stuff he was buying, I actually had to get Scott to help me with everything—but I warned him not to mess anything up or I would kill him. After that he was nothing but a gentleman.

“Well, that is your total,” I told the man after I had rung everything up, and I was not envious of the price he had to pay. He seemed to agree with me and, with pain, swiped his card through the machine. He signed his name at the bottom, and at that point, everything was his. I pulled out the recite and wrote a couple things down.

“If you have any problems, you can call us here and we’ll help you as much as we can, or we can hook you up with a technical man who will fix your problem.”

“Thank you Envy, you’ve been such a big help, and I actually enjoyed myself. In other stores, the employees just push you to buy the most expensive thing.”

“We’re just a store trying to please our customers. If you’re nice, they come back.”

“Well, you were still a treat to have guide me. If I can ever repay you, I’d be happy to do it.”

He then slipped me what looked like a business card, face down, and put a finger to his lips in a hushed motion.

“Put let’s keep it a secret between us.”

I nodded my head and did the “zipping my lips” motion, taking the card and putting it in my pocket. He gave me one last smile before leaving the store, Scott following him to help him stow away all his purchases. When he left the store, I took the card out of my pocket and flipped it around.

“Alex Saavedra… CEO of Eyeball records? Oh god, he owns a record company?!”