Sing Like Nobody's Listening

I finally got Aya to go out for karaoke with me, telling him that we were both sad bastards so we should go out and have fun. I took him to this bar in New York City, got a beer into him, and assured him that none of these people would ever see him again. And it worked. Guy sings well, even in English, and the crowd liked him. Very good voice, and I made sure he stayed by me when I went up to make me better when I sang. He even enjoyed himself. So there.