"I don't know," Mark says simply, blowing on his tea and pulling his bag out onto the table with his free hand. There was a couple with a small child, an adorable sight, and Mark was never one to lose B-roll footage.
This CHAOS thing... It bothered him. A lot. Mostly because of Roger. "Maybe one time they weren't," He theorized. "They've got heart and talent, but it's missing something. I'm not the music guy, though--my roommate is. I just set up his sound equipment."
He was actually fairly good at AV things, but his realm was words and pictures, not lyrics and song. Mark takes a large gulp of his tea, pulling out his small, hand-held camera, only half-paying attention to Billy now.
"It's just too conventional for me. It's like they don't know what the real world is like. There could be an argument to be made that it's a form of escapism, but there's no way, no way you can convince me that's what's in those lyrics. Too sheltered."
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This CHAOS thing... It bothered him. A lot. Mostly because of Roger. "Maybe one time they weren't," He theorized. "They've got heart and talent, but it's missing something. I'm not the music guy, though--my roommate is. I just set up his sound equipment."
He was actually fairly good at AV things, but his realm was words and pictures, not lyrics and song. Mark takes a large gulp of his tea, pulling out his small, hand-held camera, only half-paying attention to Billy now.
"It's just too conventional for me. It's like they don't know what the real world is like. There could be an argument to be made that it's a form of escapism, but there's no way, no way you can convince me that's what's in those lyrics. Too sheltered."