People I'm Next To

I'm next to these two guys. One has a brown fitted sweater, and expensive-looking jeans on, he is a musician, but more on that later.  The other has a striped button-up that is buttoned all the way up, but in a way that communicates a hip fashionista vibe, rather than a waspy serial killer vibe. This one is a truth-teller but more on that later. The musician, sitting down, is describing his composition technique.  The truth-teller, standing, is shifting from foot to foot in a way that makes me think this monologue has been going on for a bit all while making the noises that humans make when they are engaged: grunts of affirmation, thoughtful repetitions of the last word the musician has said, the occasional drawn-out 'oooooh'. This breaks down slightly when the musician asks about the tracks he sent over to the truth-teller, "Did you listen to those songs I sent yet?" There is suddenly a long pause. This is the start of a call and response, it is a formula d