He spreads out his hands. "You came to ask me about my life. If there's not, then no. You can enjoy the tea. I can put on some music." He stands up. "Oh! Have you heard of the Beatles?"
"Pop idols," he repeats, though there's less of a question and more just teasing resignation. "Well, I can see the appeal. There's a lot of flashing lights and bright colors."
"I'm sure the Beatles had bright colors as well," Nana points out, in a tone of 'no duh.' "You just didn't notice because old televisions are black and white."
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"Um. Is there anything else you want to talk about?"
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Sorry, Sheehan.
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She shrugs slightly before, "I can pull up one of them on my phone if you want to listen."
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And she adjusts her position so that Sheehan can watch the music video. Welcome to j-idol groups, there are literally like sixteen of them on stage.
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And he watches.
And watches.
Maybe it will make sense in a few seconds, he keeps telling himself, but there's no way to keep up with anything that's happening!
"Ah," he says with a nod. "I - hm."
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and ah. Grandpa doesn't really like this sort of music, does he.
"I can find something different for us to listen to next."
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Just saying!
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