As Altair enjoyed conversing with his companions, he couldn't help but feel like an outsider as the discussion shifted towards music. He realized that he had never really taken the time to appreciate the art form and couldn't recall ever having a moment to just sit back and listen. Since arriving on Earth, his life had been a never-ending series of problems and challenges that demanded his immediate attention, leaving him no time to relax or pursue leisurely interests.
He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.
Syris and Talia loved pop. Hilda was a fan of Rock, while Vaiga and Zag were staunch supporters of classical music. Lately, however, Zag had been getting into Hip-Hop and Jazz.
"Surely, Altair," Syris interjected, acutely aware of Altair's exclusion. "You must have listened to music while you sketched?"
The young man shook his head, "Nope. Each time I held my brush outside noise became like static."
