Brian heard her, but let it slide because she wanted it to. He looked at the album cover still resting in his hands.
"It's pretty good," he agreed. "Mississippi might be the birthplace of the blues, but I dunno. Nobody can touch these old guys from New Orleans." Brian watched her react to the song, a spark of excitement making his thoughts move quicker. It was easy to spot genuine music enthusiasts from the way they processed music, even music they didn't like.
He handed her the album cover.
"Does your family like music? My dad got me into it when I was a little kid. Zeppelin, Jefferson Starship, the Zombies." He smiled. "Prince. That was an outlier."
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"It's pretty good," he agreed. "Mississippi might be the birthplace of the blues, but I dunno. Nobody can touch these old guys from New Orleans." Brian watched her react to the song, a spark of excitement making his thoughts move quicker. It was easy to spot genuine music enthusiasts from the way they processed music, even music they didn't like.
He handed her the album cover.
"Does your family like music? My dad got me into it when I was a little kid. Zeppelin, Jefferson Starship, the Zombies." He smiled. "Prince. That was an outlier."