33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

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It was October, even if the weather didn't match Tumblr's expectations of the month, and Kathy was getting into the spooky spirit. She'd decorated the living room with some window decals and a small stuffed bat for the cats to play with, there were a chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven and a bowl of ganache cooling on the counter for chocolate monster cookies, and two gallons of apple cider sat in the fridge, waiting to be mulled or spiked with cinnamon-flavored booze.

Now she was sprawled on the couch, playing through her repertoire of songs she'd learned on the guitar, and trying to figure out if she could learn to play Bad Moon Rising before it ceased being relevant. Hmm, maybe she should try to play something off of the Bad Seeds' Murder Ballads instead.

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"Tell that to Rob Zombie and Judas Priest," Kathy said, copying his fingering.

Look, she'd downloaded their first album about a month after it debuted. She liked Babymetal.

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Dante rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything else. He was busy, demonstrating how the first part of the song relied on striking just the last three strings in a particular rhythm.

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Which meant that Kathy was too busy following along to keep snarking. This was music, she was going to take it as seriously as Dante did. You didn't disrespect something someone else loved.