Guitar;

Tweek strummed his guitar quietly. The talent show was one week away, the day he would finally make his debut. Now…what rhymes with "Christophe"?

Piano;

The French boy's fingers danced over the keys, lashing out a deep, menacing tune. After a bit, Tweek decided he liked it. Powerful, angry, and needed just a bit of fine tuning. Leaning over, the blonde began to play along with his boyfriend.

Drum;

The drum pounded in the night, attracting every teenager in a ten mile radius. Tweek danced along, head banging to the drums.

Tambourine;

Tweek threw it at his boyfriend's head, smirking as the bells jingled. "You're a tambourine!" he yelled. "Only good for knocking around!"

Castanets;

Hands underneath his desk, Tweek began to play them, smirking at his teacher's face. "Where the hell is that music coming from?" he yelled

Flute;

Shaking nervously, Tweek put the instrument to his lips, a light and happy song flowing forth. Christophe didn't pay attention to the music, he was more concerned with the jealousy he felt for the hunk of metal pressed to his love's lips.

Horn;

"Is your father a trumpeter?" Kenny asked Tweek "Because you're making me horny!" The poor boy didn't see the French teen load his gun; however, he did feel the round of bullets land in his chest.

Rock;

Christophe doubted that there was anything more comforting than curling up in bed with you love as rock music played in the background.

Grunge;

When asked why the loud, screaming, metallic music was his favorite his answer was immediate; the government wouldn't think to brainwash you through music people barely listened too.

Pop;

Tweek was distrustful of all pop stars, he didn't like the happy melodies or meaningless lyrics, although anyone who hung around with cynical, sarcastic, and cold Christophe DeLorne was bound to dislike anything that was adored by others.

Psychedelic;

Tweek's eyes widened with horror as his tweekish brain processed what had just been said. "What?" he choked out. Christophe shrugged. "I do not care for ze Beatles." Tweek backed away. "I'm leaving," he hissed angrily. "This is a dark and evil place."

Funk;

Resisting the urge to kill something, Christophe steeled himself forward as "Play that funky music" began to play again. "Could you ask zem to stop?" he asked his boyfriend. Tweek shook his head. "Why?" the secret agent whined. The blonde gave him a look. "My parents were raised in the 60s' when this song goes on, it's their way of telling me they're getting at it."

Classical;

Rock was good, Grunge was free of government messages, Pop was tolerable, Psychedelic was excellent and Funk songs only lasted five minutes but nothing compared to the music they made together, a loud yet quiet tune, filled with love and anger, their music was full of contradictions, but that didn't stop them. So what if it made people upset? Tweek and Christophe liked their music just fine.