DBD Fic
I'm working on a fic about Charles and music. Read what I've got so far below the jump. If you're more knowledgable than me about 80's British Ska, feel free to chime in with advice.
The first time Charles Rowland visited The Small Back Room, he was thirteen and definitely not supposed to be in Soho. He’d told his parents he was going to be playing footie in the park with some mates, but instead took three buses to end up in an area of London where his parents probably thought he’d be instantly murdered, or worse.
But he’d been willing to risk it on a quest for what George had called ‘brills music.’ George was the seventeen-year-old, amazingly cool, older brother of one of Charles’s mates. He was tall with a bit of stubble and wore suspenders with jeans. Charles had listened enraptured while George had explained all about the bands, and how Soho was where all the real record stores could be found. (Freddie, the brother Charles was purportedly mates with, got so bored during this as to actually break out his maths revision.)
So Charles found himself walking through Soho gawking. A man in tiny shorts and a crop top roller skated down the road, weaving in and around irate drivers. There were dirty alleys and shops blatantly advertising peep shows. He walked past a bookshop just as a white haired man loudly slammed the door and declared the place closed.
Then he heard a trumpet backed by guitar coming from the open doors of a shop. The Small Back Room was small indeed, positively crammed with shelves of records. The shoppers were browsing elbow to elbow and not a one of them dressed in anything like what his father would have called an acceptable manner. Charles asked a man in a t-shirt that said ‘Rude Boy’ what was playing. The man looked Charles up and down, a mildly disdainful look at either his age or school jumper, and answered “The Specials.”
Charles spent over an hour in The Small Back Room. The music changed frequently. Some of it, like the Bowie, he recognized from the radio. His favorite was the upbeat, brassy music he learned was called Ska. He had enough money for two records, and debated until finally selecting one by The Specials and another by The Beat. At the counter, a small blond girl sat coloring next to the man running the till. She smiled at Charles, a bright, glowing welcome.
“Here,” she said, handing him a small white pin with ‘SKA’ in black letters, “make your jumper better.”
“Stop giving away the merchandise, Maggie,” the man said, his words chastising, but his tone fond. “Enjoy your records, kid.” The man smiled at Charles in an echo of the girls.
As Charles headed home, he rubbed his little button, smiling brightly as well.
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Chrissie Hynde (The Pretenders), Pauline Black (Selecter), Debbie Harry (Blondie), Poly Styrene (X-Ray Spex), Viv Albertine (The Slits), and Siouxsie Sioux (Siouxsie & the Banshees), London, 1980
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