He made his way over to the piano, as was habit. Michael started playing random chords and runs idly. "Sure, we can practice," he agreed. A duet? Be still his beating heart. He only hoped that his cheeks weren't turning pink.
What music he preferred, huh? Mikey tilted his head as he considered. "Honestly, I like everything," he admitted. "I've been listening to a lot of seventies and eighties music lately, though."