Leo had just nodded. He’d spent the whole decade defending vinyl. Defending the ritual: the soft brush, the careful drop, the way you had to listen because the music asked you to be present.
"Why not?"
The needle rode the groove. The decade held on for three more minutes. And then, with a soft crackle and a lift of the arm, it was over. VA - Now That-s What I Call 12-- 80s -4CD- -202...
He pulled the fader down. Silence. A few whistles. Someone shouted, "Play 'Pour Some Sugar on Me'!" Leo had just nodded