Music, it turned out, was the sort of thing that seemed like Jude was really familiar with it, up until he tried and realized he didn't even know what he was supposed to look for. He'd probably spent years watching Irri mess with his computer and drums and.. and doing music stuff, which was about as detailed as Persi knew, and the problem. It turned out that knowing what he saw and knowing what Irri actually did were entirely different things.

Persi didn't know where else to start, though, so he wandered around until he found the music room he'd heard about and snuck in. Someone had left the door open; someone had also left the TV on, but Persi felt more than slightly like he didn't belong so be ignored the overly enthusiastic laughter and not apparently funny comedy lines and started wandering around the room.

The music room... looked like the music room he'd had chorus in in middle school. Probably like the one in high school, too, but music classes hadn't been required then so he'd never been in it. There were chairs and a piano and music stands, cheap instruments put away... probably put away; they were in corners or on shelves and mostly starting to get a bit dusty. There was, also, nothing that gave Persi any better an idea what to do.

He'd half completed a second circle around the room when the TV was over his head, and commercials interrupted the comedy with a burst of volume. Persi jumped, looked up, and then backed away a few steps to see better.

That... was Persi. On the screen. Singing. With the crazy guy and wow, he'd almost forgotten about that. That phone was still in his room somewhere, wasn't it? Maybe he could sell it to someone.

First, though? Persi needed to stop staring at the TV. That might have been easier if the commercial had had anything at all to do with reality. Reality did not involve slow motion, or glitter, or floating hearts, or....

...Or autotune. Persi glared once he figured out why it sounded wrong. "I do not sound like that!"

It.

Was.

Awesome!

Jude had made his way to the music room to practice piano and what did he see? His sexy older self. on screen. Bein' sexy. Sounding se- wait... that sounded autotuned. "Man. Was the singing that bad?" He hadn't thought so at the time.

And now that Jude was dragging his eyes away from his own beautiful, glittering face he noticed that the other occupant of the music room was none other than his partner in crime.

> "I do not sound like that!"

"Hey! You're on TV, dude." As if he didn't notice, Jude spoke excitedly. Sorta like he was a fan or something. He meant it as a joke since obviously that was his handsome face glittering up there next to Persi's. "Pretty cool if you ask me."

And then, they zoomed in on the kiss. Oh. Right. Jude forgot about that part. He'd sorta been swept up in the moment at the time. "We should maybe just turn that off."