I bet you know already that I'm in love with your first paragraph. ;) You write about New York like you're truly in love with it, or at least in love with the 1962 version, and it really comes through in this. You have Chris's wide-eyed wonder at the diversity of the city down really well, and in such a global-local world we're living in now it's a great reminder that the world was not always so well-connected as it is now.

And even though this is an AU you are so adept at keeping the characters in the character and personality they really have (or what we best perceive them as, in any case). Even in New York 1962 Blake is a bundle of energy, a phenom to behold.

And your writing style - everything just seems to flow so effortlessly, not like it was written at all but merely documented from real life. I love the way you describe the beatboxing in this, like it's truly something new and foreign in the field of music, and that's just so brilliant to do.

Blake looked him up and down, intently, and Chris would have sworn he was checking him out, except for the part where he couldn't be.
Excellent line. I don't have much else to say on the topic because it would probably do your writing injustice, ha.

And what's more, you make me want to seek out more jazzy stuff from the early 60's instead of sticking to my Doo-Wop and Bandstand fare, which is the coolest thing of all about this fic. :D