Tucker Crowe || Juliet, Naked

It’s been a long journey from fame to becoming a washed up star no one recognizes since .. Well , he’s aged , he was much younger in the days of his peak n was one strapping looking young man . Nowadays he spends his years just walking around the streets of his town , getting coffee n breakfast from a small Café that always had the warmth n scent of ground coffee n sweet creamer , even taking his son there from time to time when the kids mother let him take him out n have a nice time being with his dad . The other kids ? ... Well , they’re scattered here n there ... One in London , two in a different state , Jackson , the one he was currently closest to n one he .. Isn’t sure the whereabouts of .. In his mind , they were sort of reminders of how he blew it in that department of life . But , despite it all he tries his best to live a decent life outside of his past fame ... Even if there was a forum dedicated to him n even where he is theorized to be ?? For example , some said he was running a sheep farm in Pennsylvania ? The whole thing just weirded him out , he forgets sometimes that people do indeed remember him n his music .

Just thinking about it made him feel irritated . Up ahead on his way down the street , he spots a small record store , a mom n pop shop . The name of the little spot was “Nostalgic Replay” and its door was decorated with stickers of many bands , even bands from the early 2000s that oh so many loved — MCR , Hawthorne Heights , Panic ! At The Disco , Green Day , Blink-182 — And as well as older bands — Metallica , AC/DC , Pink Floyd , Kiss , etc. etc — They were plastered on the door along with one or two flyers of a music festival happening soon . With slight hesitation he’d open the door causing the bell to chime a few times before stopping as he walked inside . Music played throughout the store , must have been some teens doing as it was something he wasn’t really used to listening to .

Walking through the spot , looking through the shelves of what seemed like endless rows of albums of any musician or band you could think of , so much so that it did sort of feel like a throwback in a way for him . However something else caught his eye , the single employee , child of the owners , that seemed to go through the display boxes of nu-metal record albums , bobbing their head to music that played in their headphones as they took note of what they had currently and what they had to restock . For some damn reason they caught him like a fish with a hook stuck in its gill n he wasn’t exactly sure why but all he knew was that he was ... Smitten .