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Danny blinked as he heard soft lyrics being sung. He blinked again at what the lyrics actually were. He left the bedroom and found Grace watching something on her phone while she sang. "Uh, Grace, what are you listening to?"
"'Schadenfreude' from Avenue Q. It's a musical," Grace answered, making sure to elaborate without being asked, as her gaze remained fixated on her phone.
"Those words are from a musical? What kind of musical is it?" Danny asked aghast.
Grace finally tore her eyes away from her phone. "It's hilarious but definitely not meant for kids."
"If that song is just one song, I shudder to think what the other songs are about."
Grace grinned. "Well, there's 'The Internet is for Porn,' 'Everyone's a Little Bit Racist,' and 'You can be as Loud as the Hell You Want (When You're Makin' Love).' Should I go on?"
Danny's frown was full-blown now. "And you're listening to it? Grace, I don't think that's something you should be listening to. It doesn't sound very age appropriate."
"Dad, I'm nineteen. You kind of can't censor my music anymore. And it's harmless."
"Grace, that kind of thing isn't harmless. Racism. Laughing at others for having bad luck. How can anyone find that funny?"
Grace rolled her eyes in the way she started doing it when she turned thirteen. "You're overreacting. If you watched some of the videos with me, you would see that it's harmless fun. It's not meant to hurt anyone."
Danny crossed his arms over his chest. "I still don't think you should be listening to it."
"I don't really need your permission to listen to it, but come over here. Watch a video of a performance of "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist.' You'll see it's no big deal."
Danny did so and grudgingly, he had to admit Grace might be right. It looked like a parody of Sesame Street with the puppets, but it was geared towards a more adult audience. And Grace was nineteen, certainly old enough to decide what kind of music she listened to. And this was better than rap and hip-hop.
"Fine, it's no big deal," he muttered as he slumped down in his seat, pouting that maybe he had overacted just a tad when he heard Grace singing the lyrics.
And when he hummed the tune of "Schadenfreude" because now it was stuck in his head like an annoying little earworm, and Steve asked him about it, all Danny did was blush and then ordered Steve to, "Ask Grace. It's her fault."