Walking #1

Went to a convenience store on a street I live near. I went to buy a Gatorade (I had drank my roommate's), and, as I decided as I neared the store, I wanted an ice-cream cone. Open the door, and nodded to man behind the counter. Looked Indian. I looked for the cones first, but found only a freezer filled with frozen dinners and one with tubs of ice-cream. Got the Gatorade. And a Red Bull. Finally found the freezer with the cones, near the register. The whole time I heard music, something Indian sounding. When the clerk came to register, the music got louder. It was coming from him. Payed. He turned to get a pen for me to sign with, and the music moved with him.