Music was a funny thing. Will had only ever heard hymns and when he was outside he'd been forced to listen to classical music which honestly bored the behind off him. When he'd caught flickers of new sounds on the radio he'd listened with great attention until someone had discovered the wrong channel and turned it over. Which was why Will stalled on his travels the moment he heard some angry, loud music coming from a room near to his own. His interest was piqued.
With his complete make up on, Will peeped around the door to see a little pale looking man dancing around on his bed. The beat was good. The singer was gravelly but Will admired the tone. It appealed to him. The whole thing appealed to him. And so as he passed about thirty seconds listening to the tune Will found himself grinning, standing in the dorway as he watched.