I walked into the library and could hear the sound of drums. The dark stacks shook as the sound rumbled and shook the books. I set down a box of Monday Donuts and went looking for the source of the sound.
The circulation desk was empty, computer screens dark. I thumbed each power button as I walked past. The hum they created as the fans clicked on in the little black boxes under the desk could not be heard as a guitar rang out.
I glanced to the door and noticed five men and women standing outside. The waved at me. One tried the door and found it locked. I held up five fingers and they all looked at watches and phones.
I made my way past the elevator, flipping light switches. The library glowed as each switch caused each department to blossom. The music continued, growing louder as I got closer.
The reference desk stood alone, no one putting a cart in order or organizing question forms. The copy machine did not glow until I turned it on. The drums, guitar and now rhythmic slap of a bass came from the nonfiction stacks.
A lone cart filled with books and a large tape deck, the kind once called a boom box, sat in the stacks. As the guitar rang out and the bass bumped, Lyra the reference librarian slid out from the stacks. An air guitar was in her hand, her stocking feet on the wood causing her to slide about as she picked up another book. Her open cardigan and floor length skirt swayed as she danced. She saw me then, held up a fist with the pointer and pinky up to me and sang with the song:
With a/classy kind of sassy
Little skirt hangin way up her knee
It was three young ladies
In the school gym/locker
And they find they were lookin D
I was high school/loser
Never made it with a/lady
Til a boy told me somethin I missed
That my next door/neighbor
had a daughter/had a favor
And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this*"
Then she vanished into the stacks. I left her to her dance.
*Writer(s): Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
Copyright: Music Of Stage Three, Stage Three Music (Catalogues) Limited