what she means:
stromae's expertise and sheer versatility is a great source of stress for me. he sings, he raps, he dances, he drums, he designs clothing, he's behind the camera on some of his own video shoots, he speaks multiple languages, he performs his own songs with more genuine emotion than most actors i see on tv; the sharpness of his cheekbones is unparalleled, the depths of his eyes fathomless. i fear i will never understand, let alone reach, his level of wordsmithing. the more i study his lyrics, the more puns and references and double-meanings i discover. the diversity of subject matter addressed in his music is astounding--there isn't a single love song or four-chord song to be found on racine carrée. his production choices, his piano parts, his tight background harmonies, his chord progressions, all demonstrate that he possesses truly amazing musicianship. i can't decide whether to cry because i want his talent, or because i can't witness it up close.
grantaire gives bossuet his spotify password to use for premium, but he forgets that he can look at whatever playlists he’s made. that is when bossuet finds a playlist titled: “my friends” in which there is a list of songs for each one of les amis specifically for them
“It just kind of conjured up all these feelings of anxiety I had in a relationship where everybody was watching, everybody was commenting on it. You’re constantly just feeling like, ‘Are we out of the woods yet? What’s the next thing gonna be? What’s the next hurdle we’re gonna have to jump over? Are we gonna make it to next week?’ It was interesting to write about a relationship where you’re just honestly like, ‘This is probably not gonna last, but how long is it gonna last?’ Those fragile relationships … It doesn’t mean they’re not supposed to happen. The whole time we were having happy memories or crazy memories or ridiculously anxious times, in my head it was just like, ‘Are we OK yet? Are we there yet? Are we out of this yet?’”