Scene set: the garage beneath the bin. Mercury is sitting on the boot of a random car idling tossing a stress ball back and forth with another rooster, this one a bit bigger and brawnier than him with ostentatiously fancy blue plumage. The appear to be discussing music. Let's listen.
"Look," Mercury is saying. "I get it. But just because mainstream music is manufactured doesn't mean it's soulless."
"Corporations make it to a formula in order to make money. It's meant to appeal to the lowest common denominator. It's shallow and empty and meaningless."
"And I get that! But that doesn't mean it lacks a soul. Four girls driving down the highway blasting some lame pop song singing along at the top of their voice- how is that soulless? Because it wasn't written by someone pouring their heart into it? The soul of music is not just in its creation but in its life. If someone likes a song, their act of enjoying it gives it its soul. Creation is just the beginning."
"So you think Smiley Cerberus is just as good as Freddie Mercury?"
"Don't be stupid, of course I don't. I just don't think it's fair to dismiss a song out of hand on the grounds of its origins."
