[It's not much of a shock, in retrospect. He's pals with the elves, and Ren lives with the elves.]
[He starts picking at the strings of his instrument again. He doesn't know the words aside from the absurdly catchy chorus, but the chords aren't hard. Most pop tunes are easy to pick up - usually 4/4, bouncing between a standard I–V–vi–IV progression.]
[It's another one he remembers hearing on the road. Jay's tastes might have slanted toward the fringes, but Tim never existed in the sphere of pop cultural consciousness for long enough to have developed a sense of shame about what music he plays.]
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[It's not much of a shock, in retrospect. He's pals with the elves, and Ren lives with the elves.]
[He starts picking at the strings of his instrument again. He doesn't know the words aside from the absurdly catchy chorus, but the chords aren't hard. Most pop tunes are easy to pick up - usually 4/4, bouncing between a standard I–V–vi–IV progression.]
[It's another one he remembers hearing on the road. Jay's tastes might have slanted toward the fringes, but Tim never existed in the sphere of pop cultural consciousness for long enough to have developed a sense of shame about what music he plays.]
"Firework." I guess that's kinda catchy.