"It's cool, knowing all these musicians just kept going, kept making music," he says, looking at his phone instead of Chrissy. Everywhere is a great song, but he hadn't really considered the lyrics before playing it and now he wonders if she'll think he's trying to tell her something, if she's going to start thinking of things to say in order to let him down easy.

He tries to think of something else, some other music fact he's learned, in order to make things feel less awkward, as least in his head. The only thing he can come up with kind of sucks.

"But then stuff like... well, Freddie Mercury died. In ninety-one, I think. It sucks."