"Can I just say--" Steve began warily, then cut off when he realized that yes he was speaking instead of singing. Mistake. Because it was like the universe realized it had slipped up, and the next words were half-hummed lyrics.
"Raise my hands, paint my spirit gold, and bow my head - feel my spirit slow. Cause I will wait I will wait for you."
AUGH. Okay. Enough singing. Lacking choices, Steve looked around. Huh. If he used furniture for an extra few starting feet, he could probably scale the wall--
It was that or mime. Steve decided to try and haul himself up the balcony.