And so It goes

I love Rock and Roll

Alice

Gimme Three Steps

What I Like about You

Animal

Bad to the bone

Fire Girl

Funkytown

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Liked you better before you knew me

Staying Alive



I skimmed the list of songs of the old jukebox. This was a strangest thing we had found all week, and counting the 500 charcoal sketches of various lizards and the shrunken head that was saying something. Half of these songs were too new to even be on a jukebox this old, judging by the wear and damage done to the outside and faded colors, I guessed it was created somewhere around the dawn of time. It was also incredibly heavy. I stood up and stretched, my body ached from carrying stuff out of the attic to the moving truck all day. I wiped my forehead not bothering to remove my dirty blacken gloves, they were white when I started and I probably wasn't any cleaner.

I looked around idly. My brother and I were being paid 10 bucks and hour to clean out Crazy Aunt Alice's attic (She's crazy but in a good way just don't mess with her native beetles of Africa collection). Her house wasn't really big but, extremely cool in a ancient sort of way with tapestries and spiral stair cases and a huge library and a locked door that I was almost certain lead to catacombs, even if this was way out in the woods and the population was too small to have proper piles of skulls and such. I wondered where he was (he ran off for something as soon as we brought the jukebox down), irritated but not surprised, my brother hardly did any work.

I didn't bother to go look for him, he was probably hiding and I've learned by now that it's near impossible to find him when he's motivated by fear of actual work. Instead I bent down to look at the jukebox again, curious to what other songs it might have.

I read:

Works of Andre Rieu

Big yellow taxi

Istanbul not Constantinople

Fernando

Not Fair

Dancing With Myself

I couldn't help smiling while I read the last one, it was my favorite song. Hmmm I wonder.. I checked my pockets looking for quarters or something though I had no idea if the thing still worked or not. I couldn't find anything and shrugged to no one in particular. Disappointed but not wanting to admit it I figure I might as well find my brother, it would be dark soon and we still had a few thousand or so boxes to move out. I had only taken a few steps towards the house when I heard a scratchy strangled sound behind me. I turned around, the sound had definitely come from the jukebox, which was know glowing softly with muted colors bleeding through the thick layers of dust that covered it.

With a spluttering sort of sound, as if the little machine was trying to clear it's voice the song started though a little rough but very distinctly, Billy Idol's Dancing With myself poured in the early twilight. I stared in bewilderment for a second. Then grinning at the absurdity of the situation and the impossibility of the whole thing I realized i was in fact alone and did the obvious thing and danced with myself generously aided by the odd jukebox.