Wren could generally accept that musical preferences were a subjective experience. People liked different things, variety being the spice of life, et cetera. Honestly they didn't even consider themself that big of a music fan in general. They knew people whose whole lives revolved around their favorite bands, and Wren wasn't that.

But 'corporate'? Corporate?

"What, if it's not live it's soulless? The second anyone else hears about a band it's sold out? Corporate?" Wren repeats, incredulous and definately more offended than the situation really calls for. "What kind of bullshit corporate is where you come from?"