[Following Kurt down the stairs, he tries to wrap his head around the guy's mile-a-minute speaking pattern concerning something about things that are wicked and then mentions of Broadway...that's a street in New York, right? Madonna he knows, but the only Ga Ga in his repertoire is of the Radio variety introduced by Freddie Mercury in Queen. Nodding, pursing his lips, a little lost by Santana's music choice as well, Dean grimaces.]
...way to make me feel old.
[Dean laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He was born twenty-eight years ago, but this is still ridiculous. Half this shit he's never heard of.]
I like metal. Classic rock. Gimme some AC/DC, Bad Company, Led Zepellin, Metallica, Boston, CCR and the Doobies, Foreigner and Kansas...
[He sighs almost dreamily, a lazy smile on his face.]
Nothin' like blasting "Back in Black" while drivin' my baby down an empty highway.
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Date: 2010-10-31 08:42 am (UTC)...way to make me feel old.
[Dean laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He was born twenty-eight years ago, but this is still ridiculous. Half this shit he's never heard of.]
I like metal. Classic rock. Gimme some AC/DC, Bad Company, Led Zepellin, Metallica, Boston, CCR and the Doobies, Foreigner and Kansas...
[He sighs almost dreamily, a lazy smile on his face.]
Nothin' like blasting "Back in Black" while drivin' my baby down an empty highway.