"Let's put it this way," Savannah began in question to her age. "I have an ID to get into the clubs, but, in a few months, I'll so have a real one."
With a grin, she let the question of opportunity go, preferring, instead, to answer his question. Trying a sip of her coffee, she lifted her eyes to his. "Oh, I like everything." It wasn't quite true, but most music blended so closely together that genre almost didn't matter anymore. "I like a little country, a little rock, a little acoustic... And anything I can dance to."
Curiously, she asked, "Is this where I get my demonstration?"