Sunday and inner soundtracks
Through some glitch, the actions of a mischievious god or sprite (Puck, is that you?), magic gone awry, or other means*, your personal inner soundtrack is now audible to everybody around you.
A/N: The song Marce has in her head is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0YvWQNWEJA&ob=av2n
"At least it isn't those Les Miserables soundtracks in French!"
The catcalls and hoots echoed through the courthouse even as Marce tried to ignore the latest 'bubble' floating above her head. "Damn 90s rock!" she swore under her breath as she grabbed her purse to head out for lunch.
It had been going on all day. For some reason everyone now seemed to know the songs she'd thought of for everything; even those she didn't hum while she was working. At least it was just music, and not something more incriminating.
The prosecutor sighed as she checked her watch. Hopefully she would have enough time to have a good long chat with her favorite lunch companion instead of a hurried gorging session. Almost immediately, she saw another bubble floating at the level of her eyes.
Great. Now everyone knew exactly what she thought of her husband. Marce gritted her teeth, thinking for a moment that she ought to banish that Lifehouse song from her head. But who knew if anything better would come to take its place? She sighed as she let the song play, even as she walked to the diner down the road.
A/N: The song Marce has in her head is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0YvWQNWEJA&ob=av2n
"At least it isn't those Les Miserables soundtracks in French!"
The catcalls and hoots echoed through the courthouse even as Marce tried to ignore the latest 'bubble' floating above her head. "Damn 90s rock!" she swore under her breath as she grabbed her purse to head out for lunch.
It had been going on all day. For some reason everyone now seemed to know the songs she'd thought of for everything; even those she didn't hum while she was working. At least it was just music, and not something more incriminating.
The prosecutor sighed as she checked her watch. Hopefully she would have enough time to have a good long chat with her favorite lunch companion instead of a hurried gorging session. Almost immediately, she saw another bubble floating at the level of her eyes.
Great. Now everyone knew exactly what she thought of her husband. Marce gritted her teeth, thinking for a moment that she ought to banish that Lifehouse song from her head. But who knew if anything better would come to take its place? She sighed as she let the song play, even as she walked to the diner down the road.