She changed the channel.
This time, it was a group of young men in bright clothing, weaving their hands in front of them like a helix and spouting still more gibberish. When one finished, the camera panned to another, and he spat the most vile tongue she'd ever heard. Every word was an impenetrable battery of sounds, like she'd tuned into a broadcast from outer space.
She grunted. "Is this how Grandma felt when she heard my music?"
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