"I realize I look like I *might* be kidding you," Lorne began, "but the thing is, kid... whether or not they sing on key, people, demons, vampires... celery... it all bares the soul when it's said with a song."
He took a drink, and smiled very slightly. "Sometimes it works when there's humming, but the picture just isn't as clear. And if you're squeamish about singing for this crowd, two things: one, most of them are 3/4 of the way into the bag, and two: you can sing happy birthday, quietly in a corner, just loudly enough that I can hear it."
The Titanic singer made an earsplitting noise with her voice. Lorne winced. "I'll tell ya, that song is going on the banned list. I don't deserve this punishment. Neither do paying customers."