Nothing Else Matters
Summary: While the Gunslinger travels through the desert, he happens across a small town, in which one store has music playing on a record still. That record is a Metallica album.
Roland Deschain of Gilead set into the town, feeling highly unsettled. He knew that the stranger, the Man in Black was very close. He could sense it.
But he was distracted, as he rode through the town.
Music was playing in the town somewhere as he traveled through, and he could hear the words, sounding as though they were telling his own story to the universe at large. He listened to the lyrics, intent on memorizing them for later use. It was always useful to know a new song, as his father had told him.
"So close, no matter how far…couldn't be much more from the heart…forever trust in who you are…and nothing else matters." The singer was male, and he had a particularly fine voice. Roland listened, feeling enchanted by the voice and the song itself, and he had the feeling that the singer-whoever he was-had been very famous.
He neared the edge of the town, and the song was drawing to a close, and he could hear the last words being blasted through the air.
"…so close no matter how far…couldn't be much more from the heart…forever trust in who you are…and nothing else matters…"
And the song played on, but by now Roland was too far to hear much more than the guitars that were playing, and though it had reminded him briefly of home, he knew that he had to keep on traveling.
Because nothing else mattered.
I do not own Dark Tower nor 'Nothing Else Matters' by Metallica.
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