"Are they your favorite? Synthpop doesn't quite work with a violin,"

Brigitte snorted. “No. The Police are my favorite.” Which was quite ironic as it seemed she couldn’t escape the real police when at home.

"Besides, most of their songs repeat the same cords over and over again. It's their voices that do most of the work and the machines but I do know some modern muggle music,"


“There is nothing wrong with their chords!” she said, almost offended by the very thought. Brigitte took her music quite seriously. She was a music snob. And Duran Duran, while not her favorite, she considered one of the greatest of the generation. “I should smash your violin for that,” she said, a smile on her lips and hopefully in her tone so that Daniel knew she was joking.

She was sort of glad that she was joking, because when Daniel just busted out Carry on My Wayward Son like it was no big deal, she absolutely loved it. And she was rather impressed. She raised a brow and clapped a few times when he was finished. “That’s when you’re supposed to bow,” she reminded him. You couldn’t give a performance, be applauded for, and then not bow.

"I study at a music conservatory during the summer, they aren't quite keen when it comes to modern music,"

Brigitte was appalled and it showed on her face. “Why would you do that to yourself?” Wasn’t it bad enough that he had to study during the entire school year? People like Daniel just didn’t make sense. Sure, she had done an internship but still, a conservatory seemed completely different to her.

"You'd have better luck giving this to an ape, and getting music then giving it to Ash."

Brigitte leaned against the wall, her arms folded across her chest. She nodded. “Yeah, somehow I can’t picture him doing something as…delicate as playing a violin.” She let out a snort as Ash’s instrument was revealed. “Ah, drums. Of course.” And of course he didn’t stick to it. She laughed about the puppy bit. “Never wanted a puppy. It was kittens for me. Still is. Trying to talk my brother into letting me get another.” She made a face. “So far no luck. The jerk.”

"Do you play anything Brigitte?"

That had Brigitte laughing. She shook her head. “No,” she said shortly. “Not at all. Too much work.” Way too much work. “I listen. That’s good enough for me.” She frowned. “Well, when I get the chance I do. My brother took away all my records this summer. Seemed to think it would make me behave better.” She rolled her eyes.

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