A new beginning

Everyday there is a new tragedy. I'm too afraid to even turn on the tv to see the news. I can't distinguish the different channels from each other. Tired, jaded, and stuck at my parents' house.
I write pages of dialogue only for my eyes to see. Anything to keep my head sane. My father he lives in his movies. It's been days since we last spoke despite living together for 3 years after I dropped out of college. It started with redbox, then blockbuster, and now he just lives at the movie theater.

Outside the suburbs, closer to the skyscrapers, it gets more noisy.

"STOP Quinn from Passing Bill 25"

I only get to leave the house for work. Sitting in the same white mini suv watching events from the day before repeat.

"What is wrong with Quinn? Don't you think that a man of that age and status would know better?"

"Uh-huh"

I barely respond to a barrel of rhetorical questions from my mother. Business hasn't been doing well after Quinn became president. 

I turn on the open sign, flick the lights on, and turn on the radio. 

"Get ready for today's hottest hits. It's 96.5 now at 10. Morning to night 24/7."

The music begins to play. Loud repetitive noise with a monotonous melody. Different songs from a few artists. Although it feels as if it's one person from an album. 

I situate myself in a red barstool seat. I see mom open ten new tabs of a variety of online shopping stores. Lately the annoying dj is my only company. 

"Hi, does anyone work here."

Both my mom and I get up. My mom pushes me to the side, and go towards the customer.

"Yes, I can help you. What do you need?"

A woman in her late thirties approaches her. 

"I need a dress for a party."