"You're in my spot." Well, it was true. He pretty much lived here. Or actually lived here, there was a rolled up sleeping bag in one corner for a reason. Still, he was the one doing the most work here, so he felt he'd earned it. "Ah, such a waste of time."

He looked up at the sky as if that could help, sighing dramatically. "Please, you don't even know what real music is, why do you pretend you can write any?"

Almost as good a question as the skin one, he'd say.