Looking her in the eyes now, he held up an imaginary microphone, “Better look the other way, you can try but you’ll never forget her name!”. Shaking his head to the imaginary beat in his head, he closed his eyes, picturing the rest of the song. He loved singing. It was something he could actually do. On his own usually. I mean, he’d prefer to be the guy playing the instrument in the background, but he didn’t mind sometimes. Like now for example.

Stopping now, he opened his eyes. Raising one of his eyes, “You fall a lot? Some pair we are then”, his mind wandering back to his previous fall. Running to catch up to her now, they headed to the barn.