[Drake/Ari.]
"Remember, with feeling!" she called out through peals of laughter at his disgruntled expression. He had cause, too - she knew for a fact that he had what was probably the worst singing voice in all of Emillion, which was why she hadn't put the qualifier of gil earned on his performance - the only way he was getting paid was if people paid him to shut up.
Once he was situated, she picked out the first few chords in a key she thought wouldn't be too wildly uncomfortable for his voice, such as it was. Not that he could carry a tune in a bucket, but it was the thought that counted. She perched next to him, guitar in her lap, and started the first verse.