Billy was trying not to think what Vince might be thinking, and he wasn't doing too bad of a job. Such things made people bitter, defensive, and uncertain. Billy generally thought positive, which meant he thought his own thoughts--not anyone else's.
"No, none in the car." Billy grinned at him. He didn't listen to his own music much once he was out of the studio, not unless they were rehearsing for a tour and there was something off with the sound board. "Hard to pick a category for it. Something like rock, though these days I guess they call it 'alt rock.'" Billy didn't give a damn what they called it. It was what it was. Some people would label one song or another "pop" and then they'd fight about whether or not South Portal was "selling out" and the whole thing was fucking ridiculous.