He grinned. “I try to be,” he told her, feigning as much seriousness as he could manage. “Otherwise I’d just get labeled boring, and that’s not something that’s gonna happen. Ever. Not if I can help it.” Even if he lived to eighty –and he really hoped he did-, he wouldn’t want to be labeled boring. “Auto-tune was created by Satan or something, I’m sure of it.” There was nothing like listening to an album and knowing that it was all perfected by a computer program, or whatever. It made music a hell of a lot less enjoyable, actually.
So, she definitely wasn’t charitable in her review. Made it sound like maybe she knew what she was talking about, or she was just a critical person. Either way, Jace had thick skin, he could handle it. When she stood to demonstrate something he’d done, he just laughed. “Maybe that was the point,” he remarked. “The robot shit that everyone does gets boring, I thought I’d make it interesting.” If not any good. He never claimed to be any good as a dancer, and even if she was mocking his moves, she seemed to have some rhythm and idea of how movement should be.
“Actually, I think that one was something me and a friend came up with on the fly,” he continued as he ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up a little. “The whole thing was a duet or whatever. Way more epic that way too.” Not that it mattered now, Kyle was probably zombie food by now; he was more of a wimp than Jace was.
He waved an arm out. “You’re welcome to see if you can do any better.” Since she’d made it sound like she might.
“Think your vocalist would take me out if I tried it,” he admitted. He’d met Caitie a couple of times, heard her sing too, she wasn’t as bad as George made it sound. And Jace wasn’t really looking to be in a band, even if he’d probably get some attention from it. “She’s teeny, tiny, but probably more of an epic badass than I am.” Not that George would agree, he was getting the vibe that she and the redhead maybe weren’t on great terms. Not that he was going to go all Dr. Phil and ask about it.