"They certainly stand the test of time," Emerson agreed. "I"m pretty sure it's illegal in the music world to hate the Beatles. Selecting a fairly simple song for beginners, he shoved the rest of the music into a folder. Because that was about the extent of his organizational skills.
"I wouldn't say famous," he said at last in regards to Jenna's question about his family. "They were a pretty big deal in Crescent Hills, and I think the family name has some pull in the witch community. Which basically means they were stupid rich when it comes down to it." Wealth was respected and hailed in just about every society. Sure, there were a few Supernaturals who didn't stress of material wealth, but money had always equaled power in some way, shape, or form. He chose not to elaborate on what had caused such powerful a family's all-but complete downfall.
Emerson was jolted back to reality when he felt her hand on his arm. He raised an eyebrow. It wasn't that he offended by touching, but he was more surprised by the initiative and the compliment.
"No promises about the smiles, but I'll give it my best," he replied with a laugh. "And there are days when Lucien drives me batshit insane, but he's learning to do it less. Nate helps with that too, and he's a better kid than I think he thinks he is." He wasn't used to people commenting on his smile, but he chalked that up to the fact that, in public, he was usually smirking in place of a more sincere smile. At the moment, sitting with Jenna and working on the music, the smile was genuine.
"Alright, now I know Row, Row, Row Your Boat is a ridiculous song, and you can obviously play by ear really well. It's good practice for learning how to read the notes and play from them." He pointed out the notes to her and the corresponding keys, making a mental note to pick up a instruction book with all the notes in them so she could get used to them.