Well, the conversation had taken a bit of a turn. Ritchie just gave him a wide-eyed look as he spoke of monsters and vampires? "Jesus..." he muttered, not really sure how he felt about that. "The worst we had to worry about was getting spiked," he joked darkly.
Ritchie flicked through the song choices, not entirely sure what he was looking for until he saw it. Perfect.
His turn came, and he picked up the microphone once again.
"Hi, me again. This song is for Gregory, an old friend who is no longer with us," he said softly into the microphone, looking quite somber about it. Partly because it was awfully sad, but also partly a bit of a performance to contrast with his song choice.
The first beats of the song kicked in, and Ritchie continued to look down for the first few seconds, until the familiar countermelody began. "Or as we used to call her..." he looked up with a dazzling smile, and lifted his hands into the air to mimic the original artist's beats and hip shakes.
"Gloria! You're always on the run now, Running after somebody, you gotta get him somehow..."
He really gave it his all, hitting impressive high notes for his sex, clearly very used to getting lost in a performance. He even held the mic out to the party just expecting them to do the echo. Any hint of anxiety had vanished. He just loved it.
"Are the voices in your head calling, Gloriaaaaa..." he held the final note, clipped it beautifully, flashed a winning smile, and gave his bow.