[ He couldn't stick to one genre even if he wanted to. The perpetual need for music, to fill his head with something else than the constant, thought-piercing ringing in his ears meant that without as much music as he could get his hands on, he would go crazy.
And he never was given much of an option, anyway. He got the music he could find, and that was it.
Her rant makes Baby think of a number of people, but she doesn't need to know. This place doesn't need to know. So he just nods, slowly. ]
Try living life while being called Baby. People always know what's best.
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And he never was given much of an option, anyway. He got the music he could find, and that was it.
Her rant makes Baby think of a number of people, but she doesn't need to know. This place doesn't need to know. So he just nods, slowly. ]
Try living life while being called Baby. People always know what's best.