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[worthallthis]

There is no voice message here. Better hope you got the right box.

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[ukan]

"That sums up the decade I came of age in, yeah," he chuckles. "But what about the music?"

[worthallthis]

He gives it a serious thought for a moment, trying to divorce the music from the very confusing and kind of unpleasant video. "It's okay," he decides. "A little abrasive? But I've heard worse."

As mun watches it again and decides it's one of the gayest videos she's ever seen, damn.

[ukan]

Imagine how people were still surprised when Elton John came out...

"I keep forgetting you're an old man at heart," he teases. And then, shaking his head, "Then again, me showing you this music without any irony marks me as an old man, too. All right, try this one. I'm going to make Steve watch the movie it's for when he wakes up, which means you're obligated to watch it with us."

[worthallthis]

He wants to protest that he's not an old man, he's still perfectly functional, but, well. Maybe in some things. He certainly aches like an old man, Jesus.

He listens, brows coming together seriously. "This one sings better than the other one," he decides. "Less like I want to punch him." Also, the lack of mostly-naked, weird-dancing people in this one is better. So his final decision is a satisfied: "Not bad."

[ukan]

Laughing, "Be careful who you say that to, I think there are people here who would take a bullet for Elton John. All right, so Huey Lewis is on the list. I've been thinking, once we're more used to playing together, we could create some of our own music."

[worthallthis]

That brings him up even more sharply than the opening to Elton John's video. "I don't make things," he protests, confused. Which is not entirely true, he can make origami, and like one or two food dishes. But still! Music is different!

[ukan]

The reaction isn't completely unexpected, so Lark just takes it in stride. "No? Why not?"

[worthallthis]

"I'm not creative. That's. That's Steve, not me." Which is also kinda not true. Bucky Barnes was pretty great at telling and making up stories, but he doesn't remember that. (James-the-train-prisoner was good at telling and making up stories, but that's not him.)

[ukan]

"I meant as a collaborative project. I provide the words, you create the rhythm and the feel to go with them. It becomes a sort of translation."

[worthallthis]

That's still creative. It's still making something. His expression is all but blank as he tries to reconcile the idea with his... his sense of self, whatever that even is. Even if he's a person (a person who cares) he's still been twisted around so he's made for destruction. "I don't know if I can," he finally says.

[ukan]

"If you can't, we have more music to learn than we can ever actually get to," Lark shrugs. No pressure. "But I've seen you analyze the songs I've showed you, and I think you have a better sense for what melody fits what lyric than most people do." A slight grin. "Better than Elton John, anyway."

[worthallthis]

B can't help it: he snorts at that, somewhere between amusement and derision. "Let me think about it," he says. "Maybe after Steve wakes up." And half his brain isn't dedicated to that, on top of the person thing, on top of the graduating thing, on top of the fear. His brain is not in the happiest place right now.

[ukan]

"Fair enough. Here; let me find something easier to listen to." Namely, something easy to remember with very little thought. Something without much darkness to it. Eye of the Tiger.