Arthur was Usher and Pitbull and Flo Rida. He was suave, arrogant and extremely confident in his own..."skills" if you catch my drift. At least as far as most people cared to look. But secretly in his room alone at night he sing Lady Gaga and popular eighties songs because he loved(and was jealous of) how flamboyantly over the top the songs were. He loved how he could let himself go when he listened to loved how they let him be himself. (Because secretly, Arthur was flamboyantly over the top gay.)
Gwen was always a Taylor Swift and Michael Buble girl, a hopeless romantic. She born sighing over one couple or another making her close roll their eyes and give her exasperated looks. But on the inside, close to her heavily guarded heart, Gwen was Adele and Lily Allen. Never really believing her happily ever after would happily ever happen. How could it when she was pining after her best friend. (Who she was so sure was pining after someone else.) So she'll listen and cry, clutching her pillow before she sleeps. When she wakes up she'll repeat, sighing over the next couple that catches her fancy.
Morgana had been Yael Naim and Regina Spektor since she was born. Even-tempered with dreams and ideals bigger than herself, yet still seemingly grounded in reality. As a ballerina she was always on her toes and stretching for that perfect moment, both in and out of the studio. But when she found herself alone and everything was just too..too much she would be Skrillex. She would let her body convulse, shudder and drop. She would let the pressures of having to be the perfect adopted daughter fall off her in the forms of sweat and tears. Of course, she never realized she was crying until she opened her eyes, puffy and red. She would smile then, knowing Gwen was never far behind the tears. Gwen always knew when Morgana needed her. (She'd never admit love. That was Gwens' department.)
Merlin was Linkin Park, Paul Simon, Lana Del Ray, Florence & the Machine, and the The Black Keys all wrapped in his thin, almost anorexic(definitely underfed), gangly form. That should've been the first sign. Because on both sides of the coin, Merlin was what he listened to. But people were fooled by his goofy smiles and blushing ears. To them he was happy. It was only when you peered through his bedroom window did you see the raw emotions trembling in his frame. Saw the way he would listen to the music so loud he would wake up deaf. It was only then would you see everything scraping him raw until he blacked out and wake up curled in a ball covered in blood from his wrists and tears; the razor sitting scant inches from him. You would see him contemplate finishing... Then Arthur(Strong, Just, Leader, Bit of a Prat, but Always There, Arthur) bursts in, cradles Merlin while pushing the blade away and bandage the wounds. The two will stay wrapped up in each other, Merlin sniffling and Arthur just brushing his lips on the top of his head, until Morgana and Gwen came. All would smile with uncertainty, ignoring what was under the bed and staining the shirts, before the girls would join the boys on the floor and pop Jack Johnson in Merlins' beat up stereo. Because continuing is what they had in common. Because music is who we are.