"No, look, you don't understand. I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm going to need a little more control over what songs play, this stupid generic shit isn't always good enough—"

Roy shook his head, trying not to laugh and focus on his task. He was supposed to be looking online to start finding decorations (and decorators to put them up) for the wedding, but it was more or less impossible to not get fixated on what Edward was doing, namely trying to get so music happening.

"Look, I don't want to be dancing at my wedding reception and suddenly have to stop because some shit music comes on—what do you mean, I'm being unrealistic!? There's got to be someone who's willing to just push a play button—well, yeah, maybe I will do it myself." Roy tried to look like he was concentrating as Ed huffed behind him, hanging up the phone.

Suddenly he boy's arms were wrapped around his neck. "Ugh, does it really have to be this hard? I can't be the only person who wants to actually pick the playlist."

Fighting a grin, Roy paused a moment before responding. "Well, no, but most people are willing to only pick some of the songs, not all of them." It was beyond hysterical, how intent Edward was on choosing the music. True, Roy kind of understood—music was a very taste-specific thing, and Ed wanted to be able to enjoy it all night—but still, this was such a…bridezilla moment that it was hard to take the blonde seriously.

Behind him, Ed groaned. "I don't see why I'm making it any harder on the DJs though. I'd think it'd be easier, actually, having all the music picked out ahead of time." Roy felt a weight on his shoulder as the boy rested his head. "How're you doing?" he asked.

"Better than you," Roy teased. "There's this one guy, Aaron Sparks, who used to be an interior designer. Now he does custom decorations for weddings…"

Ed looked up at the computer screen in interest, and Roy followed his gaze. Currently, he was on the information page, which was dominated by a picture of Aaron himself. "Seems legit."

Roy snorted through a laugh. "I know, I know, the website looks a little…self-centered, shall we say. But I've been looking him up, and some of his work is really impressive."

"I wanna see," Edward decided, standing up straight only to take a few step around Roy and plop down on his lap.

"Insistent, aren't you?" Roy muttered, kissing the blonde's head. He switched over a tab and scrolled slowly down, letting Ed see the pictures of various rooms (and weddings) this Aaron guy had designed.

"Does he make all the decorations from scratch? Or does he buy it? I've never seen anything like any of this stuff in stores, but I don't have connections…"

"I think it's a mix—he's got a little team of people who do some building and crafting work for him, but I'm sure some stuff comes from a store."

"I'd love to know where these people shop," Edward murmured, pushing his hand under Roy's and taking control of the mouse. Roy settled for wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist. After a quiet minute, Ed asked, "Can we meet up with him? I want to see what he thinks he would do with the venue…"

"Sure thing, I'll send an email over."

Edward got up, stretching and sighing. "I guess that mean's I'd better get back to the music thing…"

Roy sped up, typing away as fast as he could; he didn't want to miss the verbal showdown he was sure was about to come. Thirty seconds later, and he'd hit the send button. Roy stood up and walked over to sit on the couch, eyes glued to Ed as he paced up and down the living room waiting for this next DJ to pick up.

"Yeah, hi, I need to see about getting some music booked for my wedding reception…May sixteenth. Uh huh. In the evening. Awesome, thanks." Edward put his hand over the bottom of the phone and mouthed, "On hold," as he rolled his eyes.

Expectant, Roy waited, debating whether he had time to nab a drink before someone came back on the line. He was just about to get up, when—

"Yup, that's right." Ed paused. "Well, that's just the thing, I don't want one particular genre…I was actually hoping I could make up the playlist myself." The boy's shoulders sagged—he'd just gotten some bad news. Roy should have requested he put it on speaker. "Well, yeah, I am kinda picky about it…"

There was a long pause, in which Edward's expression grew increasingly pissed off. "Okay, seriously?" he finally snapped. "What is it with you DJs and being this douche-y to people!? Don't sass me! You do realize I'm trying to pay you, right, why does it matter what music you have to play to earn a buck? Is this how you usually get customers?" Now the blonde was pacing frantically, scowling and balling up his fists. "Yeah, uh huh, I'd like to see you take me on—well I'm in the military, shit for brains! Oh, go suck it!"

Edward threw down the phone, gritting his teeth together. "Even I have a better attitude than these people."

"Want me to call the next one?" Roy asked. He was having a massive internal battle over whether he should be sympathetic or amused, and that suggestion seemed to sit nicely in the middle of the two.

"No, I can do this!" Ed insisted. The boy bit his lip… "Do you think it would be too un-classy to just use a phone and speakers and no DJ?"

"Yes."

"Fuck." Sighing heavily, Edward picked up the phone again and looked down at his list. "Here goes nothing."

Roy was silent as the boy dialed. To be honest, he probably should have been doing something to help like a good fiancé, but very few things were more adorable than an angry Edward, especially when the blonde was yelling at someone else instead of him for a change.

"Hi, let me get right to the point. I need some music for my wedding reception, but I'd like to have as much control over the playlist as possible." That was interesting—it seemed that Ed was now willing to relinquish total dominion. Roy sniggered at the thought, trying to cover it up with a cough as Edward raised his eyebrows. The trouble was, he couldn't get the image out of his head: Lord Edward Elric, master of all things music. Bow down to his tasteful playlist of greatness.

"Thank you!" Ed shouted suddenly. "Sorry, it's just, I've called three other DJs already, and they've been downright rude about it. Plus they couldn't help me, which sucks. So you can do that? Excellent, let's book it. For the night of May sixteenth. How much in advance? Okay, I can do that. Thanks. Bye."

Triumphant now, Edward grinned as he put down the phone. "Got one!"

"So what kind of input do you have?"

"Total control. The music is my plaything." Ed laughed, jumping onto the cough next to Roy. "Seriously, though, this guy doesn't care—I think it's because he's kind of new and not that big, so he's not as picky about—"

"Picky customers?"

"Yeah. So that's settled." The blonde beamed up at him, and Roy couldn't help but grin back.

"Now all you have to do is actually choose the music."

" No problem," Ed replied, flippant. "That's the fun part, we get to choose all the right songs and they can actually mean something and maybe we can throw in some funny songs for once everyone's drunk—"

"We?" Roy asked, mockingly surprised. "I'm included in the decision making process?"

Edward looked at him rather seriously. "Don't you make fun of me."

"I'm not…?"

"I'm excited for this part, and yeah, I want your input. Twenty years from now when you're going deaf I'll put on the first song we danced to at our wedding and it'll be the one thing you can hear and you'll cry tears of joy and remembrance."

Roy choked. "Okay, as sweet as that is, I'm only going to be fifty in twenty years, don't make it sound like I'm fading, alright?"

"Roy, I fully expect you to be senile within ten years."

"I'm going to pretend I never heard that."

Ed laughed. "No, but in all seriousness, I want us to pick out songs that mean something to us."

Smiling, Roy turned and pulled Edward in close. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Um…sure?"

"You're such a sap."