Here are some conversational highlights/lowlights from the two twentysomething boys I shared a table with at Ground Support (coffee shop in Soho, near where I had barista training. I was not hanging out in Soho for leisure). Although both of them live alone, and one of them has a recording studio, they came here to write lyrics to their second song together. Every few minutes they would stop to sing and harmonize and try out their lyrics. I liked the brunette way WAY more than the blonde.

The only lyrics they wrote while at the coffee shop were:
"I left my lover at the Mason-Dixon line"
"take me from my armor"

BRUNETTE: You didn't tell me you were writing with a Mont Blanc before!
BLONDE: I thought you knew?
BRUNETTE: It's probably the most expensive thing I own...that's a joke.
BLONDE: It's probably ONE of the most expensive pens I'll ever have.
BRUNETTE: Oh?
BLONDE: I once bought my friend an $800 pen, and in return he gave me this, a $750 pen. I used to be very rich.
BRUNETTE: What happened? You started doing things you love instead of things that make you rich?
BLONDE: I started modeling.
BRUNETTE: Ah, that's always a mistake, I've found.
(long pause)
BRUNETTE: Okay, I think we have two lines of the song done.

BLONDE: Everyone I meet these days are directors and screenwriters, and all these directors just want to do a video with me.
BRUNETTE: ...oh.
BLONDE: Chloe [his girlfriend, I gleaned] and I might do a TV show with Bravo.

(the conversation turns to that BRUNETTE's parents might cut him off and make him go back to med school)
BRUNETTE: I'm still very much straddling the lifestyles right now.
BLONDE: I just wrote down "take me from my armor."
(long pause)
BRUNETTE: To chai or not to chai?