“Oh, God.” Josiah sighed as the familiar sultry tones of a rising star going only by the name of Ashton blared out sonorously.

“Oh no, I’m so bloody sad, please let me drone on about how sad I am,” Josiah mocked, in tune.

“It doesn’t go like that,” Peter reprimanded, turning up the volume as the chorus started.

“What’s it about?” Josiah demanded. “It’s all just sad words about nothing.”

“Nonsense, it’s a song about love, and yearning, and… stuff,” Peter said.

“And stuff?” Josiah made a face.

“You know – stuff.” Peter waved his hand in the air, grinning.