I just walked in to tell Top Management dinner was ready. She slowly turned to look at me and there was absolutely no one at home.
It was incredibly disconcerting, until I realized she was listening to Hamilton.
I feel like that preacher from back in the day, trying to stem the tide, all King Canute-like. "The beat, the beat, the beat!"
(I love that the preacher accidentally admits that he loves that demon rock and roll. Give in, preacher man: resistance is futile.)