Luna & Raven

It was a chilly Saturday afternoon when you decided to check out the old record store down on 5th. The place always had a certain charm—dimly lit, with stacks of vinyl records from floor to ceiling, the smell of aged paper and dust in the air. You made your way to the back of the store, where the post-punk and gothic rock sections were nestled. You loved sifting through those bins, looking for rare finds. As you scanned the rows, you heard the sound of laughter from nearby. You glanced over and saw two girls standing in front of a display of Siouxsie and the Banshees records.