(AN: Well hey everybody! I've been doing great lately, so here's a new story! This one's kinda special because, well, this is our first request story! Remember, if you wish to request a story, be sure to read the disclaimer in Story 1!
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Story 8 -
An Experience of New Music
Requested by Dolly'sBullets
Espio asks Vector about modern music.
Notes - I wanna thank a friend, miguelisasir, for helping me quite a bit for this story. I had some trouble thinking of ideas, but with his help, I was able to whip up this!
Since Transfer!Espio was portrayed to not really understand modern things, he's of course, going to be the same here. Honestly I think he's kinda cute when he's confused lol.
Takes place a few days after Chapter 7 of Transfer.
"Vector?"
The crocodile looked up from the plans he was making for his next football game. "Hm? What's up, Esp?"
"I have a question…"
Vector sat up. "Do ya? Well, let's hear it. Somethin' botherin' ya?"
"Well… do you remember Halloween?"
The quarterback bit his tongue. Of course he remembered, and he had been trying his best to forget about his night with Julie-Su. "Yeah. What of it?"
"Um… what were those loud things that were everywhere?"
"Loud things?"
"Yeah. I heard voices too."
Vector rubbed his forehead, confused. That's when it hit him.
"He's talkin' 'bout… music…" He thought.
"That was music, Espio."
"Music?"
"Yeah. It's the common stuff ya hear on the radio."
"Ray… dio? What's that?"
Vector looked dumbfounded, until he remembered everything about Espio.
"Well, seein' as how yer behind a century's worth of music, I gotta catch ya up."
Vector pulled out his phone and opened up his music app. He showed the screen to Espio.
"D'ya recognize anythin' here?"
Espio looked at the phone before shaking his head.
"No."
"Wha? Yer tellin' me ya don't know Snoop Hogg?"
"Who?"
"Oh Chaos, it's worse than I thought…" Vector thought.
"Err… Michael Yakson? Bee Knees? Justin Beaver maybe? All the preteen girls know him."
"Um… are those dishes?"
Vector was speechless. Sure he knew Espio was traditional, but even spending SOME months here, he would know by now.
"Um, Fall Out Boar? Salamandrake? Bunny Holly? DJ Khameled? Kayne Nest?"
"Not a single one…"
"Okay, it's obvious ya dun know anythin'. But that's okay, I'm here to teach yeah. Here, lemme start ya off."
Vector took off his headphones and gave them to Espio.
"Go on, put it on."
Espio placed it on as Vector looked for a song to play. He found one of his favorite rock songs, and decided to start with that. Pressing play, the song began, and Espio immediately cringed.
"It's... loud!"
"Oh, sorry, I'll turn it down. I like to listen to songs on max."
As Vector turned it down, Espio began to listen. He felt a range of confusing emotions. What… kind of song was this? It sounded nothing like the songs he heard back home. These loud instruments were something that was new to him.
Yet…
There was something about it that made him want to continue listening. Maybe it was from how high paced it was. Maybe it was because he didn't want to hurt Vector's feelings, but whatever the case, he… liked it.
After the song was over, the chameleon looked up at the crocodile.
"Can… I listen to a new song?"
"Sure thing. I gotta new genre fer ya."
Hip-Hop was something he was sure Espio would like. After all, it was Mighty's favorite genre. Placing on one of the many hip-hop songs he had, he pressed play.
And for the majority of the day, Espio went through each and every one of Vector's songs, finding each of them enjoyable in their time together.
