Sorry if this disappoints! 

"Miu, Alexander, I don't get music. I just never liked it." 

"C'mon, I guarantee anyone who doesn't like music hasn't heard it enough." 

Alexander worked as a music composer for all kinds of things. Video games, movies, instrumentals for bands. He had worked on it all. The only problem was...well, his lovers, Miu and Mal, loved him and supported him, but Mal didn't understand music. Not in the traditional way of not being able to read music notes, no. He just didn't feel a beat. He stayed still whenever music came on. He didn't dance. It drove Miu and him crazy. 

"Really! It's okay. I don't have to like music to accept you guys."

"You're going to like music by the time you leave here!" He slammed the door open to his company's building. "Momo! Geneveieve! Mina!" 

"I've already met your co-workers...I used to go to school with them." 

"Then they'll know what music you'll like," Miu said kindly. "Guys! Get out here!" Alexander yelled. 

"What do you want?" Geneveive asked. 

"I'm...interested.."Momo walked out of her recording room. She was on her phone, as usual. 

"'Well, let's get started," Alexander said. 

Few hours later, Alexander felt like pouring coffee on Mal's head. They had gone through genre after genre. Songs that mixed genres. Songs that didn't fit into genres. "Mal, please don't be stubborn," Miu said. 

"I'm not being stubborn! I just don't like anything you've shown me!" 

"Well, we only have a few genres left." Alexander put a rap song on. He hasn't listened to a lot of rap, so he didn't have high hopes.

"Ah, this is actually pretty cool!" Mal smiled. 

"Really?" Miu and Alexander hugged him tightly. "Thank you, babe!" 

"Yeah, sure, whatever," he blushed.