“What do I think? What do I think?” He echoes back thoughtfully, head inclining slightly mid-speech as he forms his response. “I’ve never really thought about that, yanno? But I think I understand because…”
He gives a moments pause to loll his head onto his other shoulder before proceeding,”–who can say if we’re a rock band when the industry is prominently pop? But does it matter what we’re associated with if we’re making the music we want? I don’t think so. It’s like–”
He snickers, and this may have been a noise unintentionally made audible as he completes his thought, “–it’s like saying a duckling isn’t an actual duckling because it lives around fish. We all like the water, just not in the same way. We don’t need to be true anything. We can just be ducklings and be happy, right?”