[Drake/Ari.]
She shrugged. "Well then, don't say I didn't offer you a way out." Privately, she thought this was altogether the best option; there was no guarantee he'd be able to stand unaided at the ball, let alone dance. Besides, she hadn't promised not to bother him about dancing again, either, so really, nothing had changed there. Either way, she won.
"Let's see... yes, I know just the thing. My Heart Will Carry On," she said, naming an incredibly sappy, maudlin, and ridiculous piece that they had all had the misfortune of hearing played and sung ad nauseum last year, when it had (for reasons incomprehensible to anyone with musical training) been wildly popular. "You know it. Everyone knows it. Pretend you don't know the words and I'll call you liar." She gestured to the lip of the fountain - currently unoccupied. "There's your stage. Perform all four verses - with feeling - and you'll have your autograph."