Radio, Someone Still Loves You

18. Radio Ga Ga“Angel, what are you doing down here?” Crowley called as he came down the stairs. He emerged from the apartment above the bookshop looking comfortably disheveled. Barefooted, red hair tied back in a messy half bun, sweatpants slung low on his hips. “I heard music.”“Music?” Aziraphale squawked. “You would call that music? Crowley, have you listened to the radio recently?”“Yeah,” Crowley said with the barest hint of a smile. “Have you?”“I just did! I was hoping to catch a programme, and I am shocked, appalled, even, at the rambling drivel I heard! It’s– It’s– completely gaga!”“Lady Gaga?”Aziraphale’s mouth popped open. His nose wrinkled and he squinted at Crowley totally dumbfounded. “What, in the name of all that is holy, is a Lady Gaga?”Crowley suppressed a chuckle. “You wouldn’t like her.”