Jack grinned. "What's wrong with making up words if everyone listening knows what you mean?" A moment's thought crossed his mind and fingers tapped a rhythm as the music in his mind served up a song.
"Ever heard Nobody's Hero by Rush? About being a hero in real life, by doing real things, not by being larger than life. Just by being real." His mom had liked the band, so Jackson remembered listening to them when he was young, and had grown into liking the interesting rhythms and the strange voice of the lead singer.
"Documenting is sort of what we do, isn't it? As artists? You paint what you see and maybe make it so other people see it too, since they don't always look. And I write lyrics about it. Did you always know you wanted to be an artist?" Did you always know you were gay? No, save that question for a little further into the conversation, don't jump the gun, and stop thinking about how cute he is. Jack leaned on his arms where they were crossed over the back of the chair, watching Gatsby.