Random flashback to sitting in my parents’ room thrumming the last chord of “Nothing Else Matters” on my classical guitar and my Chinese dad who was born in 1940 or 1941 (we’ve never been sure because of being born during a horrific war and Chinese birthdays being counted differently), whose music taste was like, Nat King Cole, Dusty Springfield and Chinese soppy-as-hell ballad singers goes to me, “That’s very nice! Play it again.”

The only time in history my dad requested a Metallica song.