Stephen wasn't sure why he was there. Christine wanted to go listen to the music, and it honestly wasn't a bad choice of songs. He knew the release date of every single one, and it was almost annoying to listen to.
"...build me up buttercup, nineteen sixty-eight," he mumbled with both arms crossed over himself as he held up the wall. Someone walked by and said 'cool cape!' to which he answered with a dry as a desert, "Gee. Thanks."