"Well, what other music do you like?" He asked.
"I really like The 1975, and Panic! at the Disco. And the Beatles. And Blink-182. And Grouplove. And Green Day. Also All Time Low." She said, adding to the list every time she thought she was done. He laughed loudly.
"Okay, so you're telling me that you have good taste in music." He said, and she nodded.
"Yes, I do. What about you?"
"Blink, Nirvana, Arctic Monkeys. Pretty much the same kind of stuff you listen to." He shrugged, and she nodded again.
"Do you have musical abilities?" She asked, and he shook his head.
"I do. They're very limited though. I'm not very good." He said, and she shook her head.
"I'm sure you're very good. I, on the the hand..." She trailed off, and they both laughed.
"I'm sure you're very good." He quoted her.
That the was the day she learned just how alike her and Luke Hemmings were.