[The biggest part of it all is that this music is reassurance that the rest of them live this long. They make it, at least into their thirties. It's one of those things he knows none of them have ever taken for granted, survival. If they had all only made the one record, then succumbed to street warfare and drugs it would honestly have surprised him less, but he's certainly glad that that doesn't seem to be the case, at least for a while.

But. But. He still can't take it as any kind of assurance. The future isn't set in stone, surely. Here they're finding one version of things, a world that could happen. He could go home and everything could change the very next day.

Still.]

Pretty fuckin' good, huh? Man. Who woulda thought.

[He's mostly just talking to himself, and maybe to Chrissy too, but the shop manager speaks up as he rests his elbows on the countertop by his phone.]

Yeah, this one's pretty good. I like the one before this best, I think, but this one's really got some good tunes. Those guys always got us dancing out there.

[Goddamn though it is fucking weird to have some old dude reminiscing about the band as the rock music of his childhood. So fucking strange. Johnnie shakes off whatever that feeling is and carries on, handing that ukulele back to Chrissy.]

You should get that little thing, that'll be easy to carry around. Real easy to learn, too. I could teach ya some of these tunes on it.