From the Author
"You've never heard of them? They're a band. That's-- hold on--"
Conor put on "You Really Got Me," the obvious choice, but he didn't think Derek would take too well to selections from The Village Green Preservation Society.
"Oh yeah, I've heard this. It's really old."
Conor sighed. "Yeah, but it's still good."
Derek made a face, so Conor got out the big guns. "This is one of the prettiest things you're ever going to hear."
The sound of "Waterloo Sunset" filled the room. Derek listened with an expression that probably was, for him, polite interest, but one most people would take as bored contempt. After a few moments, he lay back on Conor's bed, arms pillowing his head. It was weird to see him there, both because he, for once, looked not scary, and because his shirt had ridden up, exposing a slash of flat belly with a faint trail of dark hair descending from his navel.
Derek listened to the whole song, sitting up at the end, his eyes blinking and soft. "Kinda made me sleepy." He shook his head. "I don't know, man, I like my music heavier than that."
Conor sat forward. "Yeah, but what they were doing actually had a huge influence on the development of metal. There's the whole three chord structure--"
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but can we frickin' study?"