Chloe Price is Tape Deck Scouting

Sliding off the edge of the mattress wasn't graceful, but landing on the dusty wooden nightstand got the job done. Right in front of me was this clunky vintage cassette case lying flat next to an empty coffee mug. I jammed my soft boots against the plastic seam, threw my weight back, and popped the latch open with a satisfying snap. Inside was a mixtaped cassette labeled with faded marker. No player within reach yet, but knowing there's actual music sitting right here beats being stuck staring at blank bedsheets.