He knew that Justin had younger siblings, though he couldn’t recall how many or how old. He knew that Justin’s father was a Starrlight fan; he knew that Justin himself loved music history, especially rockhistory, and adored punk bands and classic rock and roll, and would find something nice to say about even the newest overproduced electronically-altered nightclub hit. He knew that Justin had a degree in journalism from a university with an extremely impressive name; he knew those last facts not because his manager went around announcing them but because they’d talked about media contacts once and on an entirely separate occasion an alumni association’d called about a fundraising drive. The name had shown on the screen; Justin had silenced the call and explained, “Sorry, it’s the alumni people, I’ll call them back later. You were telling me about songs you’d want on a compilation album, go on?”