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“Because I said so.”
“I need a real reason. Not something a five-year-old would use.”
“Fine. Because … the bass line is cool.”
That was almost as lame as the first reason he’d given. “You know Vanilla Ice basically stole that from the song “Under Pressure”, right?”
“That doesn’t make the bass line any less cool. And the song still doesn’t count.”
Making a face at him, Paige selected another song from her arsenal. ““Mr. Roboto”.”
Slowly, he nodded. “I’ll allow it.”
“You’ll allow it?”
“I liked it at the time, but it hasn’t held up well. So, that’s three.”
““Macarena”.”
This time, he barely hesitated. “Four.”
““Who Let the Dogs Out”.”
“Five. Look at you, on a roll.” David pointed his breadstick at her before shoving the last bite in his mouth. “You must really want that something ‘good’.”
“Considering I don’t even know what it is yet—nor do you, for that matter—you can’t really pin my motivation on it,” she said, then tossed out, ““Abra Cadabra”.”
He immediately shook his head. “That one’s so bad, it’s good.”
“It’s so bad, it’s good?” She gave him an incredulous look. “You’re full of shit.”
“I stand by my assessment. I don’t think it’s just as bad as “We Built This City”, and the rule is that I have to agree—”
“Fine. It doesn’t count, but you’re a cheating a-hole.”
“A-hole? Ouch.”
Paige took a fortifying drink of her wine. ““Africa”.”
“Which version?”
“What do you mean, which version?”
“The original or the cover?”
“Someone made a cover of “Africa”?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Weezer.”
She made a face. “Why?”
“I don’t know, maybe because they wanted to?”
“Okay, well, regardless of the version, it’s still a crappy song. So that’s number six—”
