Ed knew going to this fancy school full of wannabe superstars would be bad for their wallet. Especially considering how tight it had gotten with her mothers’ conditions. But a little indulgence like a record or two wouldn’t kill her, especially if she resisted buying take-out. Or just only got it when she was hanging out with Wes, and he paid. “I figured my dorm mate probably doesn’t appreciate me blasting shit like Opeth and Brutus every night, so I should expand my collection of more chill tunes.” Ed explained, shrugging.
Wes. Ed would try to remember. At least if he was a rich rising star type he wasn’t too cool for a game of pick a record with the random person who went to his college. “I’m down.” They turned back to the vinyls, starting to flip idly through the sleeves to find a cover that would catch their eye, “so guessing you’re an indie pop kind of guy then?” Ed asked with a hum, glancing back for a moment.
while wes would like to think that his musical range is about the widest at darden college ( despite knowing hardly anyone on campus that well ), when ed references two of the bands that they listen to, wes has to fake a laugh like he knows what they’re talking about, though he does tuck the two names away to look up as soon as he gets home.
“i don’t like to necessarily limit myself.” wes shrugs, but he nods his head at the same time. “i love indie pop for sure, and if i had to pick one genre to perform for the rest of my life it would probably be that, but my musical preference is pretty broad.” turning towards the jazz section he’s already filtered through, he points in its direction, adding: “i love jazz. and i like variations of jazz, when electronica is incorporated i think the sound can be really special. couldn’t say a bad word about r&b or rap, even though i’m not an avid listener, and while i don’t think i’ve ever been caught buying a country album i don’t hate the genre.” he explains, not realizing how detailed he’s actually making his answer when she likely doesn’t care all that much. “music is about the passion you put into it and i can appreciate how almost any genre can be passionate and elicit an emotional response.”
“all that being said, i fucking hate classical music.” he frowns, eyes darting over to the section in particular like it has personally offended him. “i’m trained in it and my mother would like to say i’m the next vladmir horowitz, it’s the bane of my existence. there’s no passion, it’s all technique.”










