I shook my head. “I have literally no idea what you are talking about—none of those words make any sense,” I said.
I took several deep breaths, until I felt almost calm again.
“Let us retire to an inn or public house, Raymond—a quiet one—and please, allow me to buy you some beer in recompense for this wasted evening.”
“Oh, it wasn’t wasted, Eleanor,” he said, shaking his head. “Your face! This is one of the best nights out I’ve had in ages.”
He started to laugh again, and, much to my surprise, I found myself joining in.
It was amusing that I had so comprehensively misunderstood the genre of music being performed.
I had a lot to learn about music, I realized, and it would be important to do so in order to interact appropriately with the musician.
“Have you heard of Johnnie Lomond and the Pilgrim Pioneers?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Why?” he said.
I took out my phone and navigated to the singer’s web page. Raymond scrolled down for a few moments, reading the text,
then popped in his earphones and listened for a minute or two.
“Sounds shit,” he said dismissively, handing me back my phone. This from a man in a skull sweatshirt!
“Really?” I said. “He’s got a standard-issue beard, an expensive guitar he doesn’t know how to play and a fake American accent.
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