Pink Floyd, Mindless Self Indulgence... Madonna? Geez, this record store sure was random. Matchbox sighed, brow wrinkling as he concentrated on trying to find a CD that his son, Pilot, had requested. The only problem was that the fox honestly couldn't remember which one Pilot had wanted. Something about tripping boys or something. The fact that there wasn't a single CD in it's proper place made it even more difficult. He sighed, grey eyes glancing around for some sort of assistance, or at least someone to help him remember the name of that band. Out Fall? Fall Boy? Something like that.
