It's stuff like this that renews my hope in girlkind. (Yes, it's my made-up word.) If girls would stop dressing like hookers and twirling around stripper poles in their bedrooms while filming themselves on webcams so pervy middle-aged men could get off, they could develop some talent. I mean, a teen playing an epic Kansas tune (Wayward Son) on the organ—unironically? I. Heart. Her.
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