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If you don't know Taylor Swift, you won't get this one. But to help you out, this chick singer has a nasty tendency to write a retaliatory song about anyone who badmouths her, as well as about her ex-boyfriends and breakups. It's become something of a legend on, well… actually, just about everywhere.
Songs
Oh my God, Light groaned, reaching out as the radio started playing in response to the alarm going off.
A Taylor Swift song was playing, and her tone-flat voice and lyrics about school and teenage boys and break-ups and getting back together and sappy feelings made him want to claw his eardrums out and roast them.
Or it might be that it was the morning.
But no, it was more likely the female singer currently crooning out Teardrops on My Guitar.
Fumbling around for a few seconds, finally, with a shout of triumph, Light found the 'off' button and pressed it, Swift's voice cutting off and Light rolled over, groaning in relief.
L mumbled something incoherently next to him that sounded like, chicks that can't sing worth a shit, his tail twitching sleepily upon the sheets.
Light wholeheartedly agreed. He poked L awake, waiting as L's head surfaced and he glared balefully at Light for waking him up. "What, Light?" L asked irritably.
"Taylor Swift is a suck-ass singer. What do you think, L?"
L simply stared at L, an Oh-my-God-did-you-really-wake-me-up-to-ask-such-an-inane-question-you-stupid-human look present on his face. L's black eyes flicked to the radio once, then back to Light, before he flopped back down, rolling over, mumbling his reply.
"I don't know, Light. No comment. I don't want a song written about me."