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Crazy (narrative)
Lorne didn't know Fred the way he knew she knew him.

He'd come from a time where they'd just met. Where the visit Angel made to Pylea was only the very recent past.

He'd seen the news. And though he'd seen it sitting in Caritas, with a Sea Breeze in his hand, he couldn't help it.

Lorne clicked off the t.v. behind the bar and went to the stage with a heavy heart. He knew that there was already a tear in his eye, but that didn't really matter right now.

He remembered the raid on Caritas in L.A., that it'd been Fred's first outing after Pylea, and how it'd all fallen to pieces. Gunn's old friends. But more than that, he remembered that Fred sang, and that Cordy had let her pick her own song.

Lorne sighed, and began to play, and sing.

"Crazy... I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy.... Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then some day
You'd leave me for somebody new

Worry... Why do I let myself worry?
Wondering....What in the world did I do?

Oh, crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying,
And crazy for crying,
And I'm crazy for loving you.

Crazy.... for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying,
And crazy for crying,
And I'm crazy for loving
You."

His eyes were very wet, now. And he remembered that that night, Fred never got to finish her song.

"... so I did it for you," he said, sadly, getting up from the piano and wiping his eyes. "Oh, Fred, I'm so sorry."