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As August was walking around town, he overheard a noise near Lucius' house. After investigating further, he found Lucius, sitting outside and bellowing out a song August had never heard before. Something about home?
Eventually, the Volbeat noticed August's presence, and stopped singing. "That was quite tickety-boo, wasn't it?" he said. "If only I could record it. I've had trouble finding a phonograph." August, however, was thankful that Lucius had stopped. At least for the time being.
"It's some pumpkins, that song is," Lucius continued, setting down the paper he was reading from. August looked on in confusion. "I've never heard that song before. Maybe it's popular among the plebeians?" he thought to himself.
"I don't think I've ever heard that song," the Pikachu admitted, hoping to know a bit more context. Was it some kind of song sung by treasonous commoners who were covertly expressing support for an enemy?
"How do you not know it? It's been around since the 1820s!" Lucius exclaimed.
It always impressed August about all the things Lucius knew about the future. It seemed that the two of them were trained in very different forms of music. While Lucius had the uncouth, unsophisticated music of the plebeians, August was taught about carmens. He made sure to be careful with music; to not show too much interest, and to keep control over any music that could lead to uprisings and treason among the masses. Everything Lucius did was so strange. Was this what the commoners of the future were like?