give me a little music

Jonathan hit ball after ball, face growing more and more excited with every hit. Eventually, it seemed like Jonathan forgot that Argyle was there, shouting more and more personal things as he whacked the balls as hard as he good. He blamed some dude named Hopper for dying, his mother for always favoring his little brother, his step-sister for trying too hard to assimilate herself into the family, his girlfriend for never talking about how Jonathan felt about the move. The list went on and on.Finally, Jonathan spun around to face Argyle, chest heaving and eyes alight. “This is amazing!” he exclaimed, grinning so wide it looked like his face would crack in half.Argyle grinned back in kind. “That it is, brochacho. Give me a turn?”Jonathan obediently handed Argyle the club and stepped aside. He watched eagerly as Argyle situated himself. Just as he was about to swing, Jonathan blurted out, “Where’d you even come up with this, anyway?”Argyle hesitated.