#fred1

Em eventually slowed down on her way and seen Fred ahead of her, he didn’t look mad or anything but she hated keeping anyone waiting. No matter who it was. “Now, before you say anything I can explain why I’m late.” She gave him a quick smile before continuing, “I may have stayed up late studying and lost track of the time so ended up sleeping in as a result of that.” She smiled again, “You weren’t waiting long were you?”

Needless to say, Pierce hadn't been expecting to be dragged along the corridors in pursuit of music that he had never heard of. Sure he was curious about it, he was always curious about everything, that's why he always seemed to end up in situations like this. He wasn't necessarily upset about the situation, at this point he was resigned to the fact that Freddie felt it her duty to show him this Dean Martin bloke, and he had a difficult time in disappointing people. And it helped that this was like reading for some people, he could listen to this multiple times, grab out the different meanings, and appreciate the words. That's the only thing he really liked about music. The rhymes, the meters. He knew other people probably ignored those parts in favor of an interesting musical arrangement, but the words are what always spoke to him the most when Nash was playing Merlin knew what, or his mother decided to try and liven up their large home.