"I can show you, but you'll have to help me," Jackson held out one hand, motioning him closer yet. "Throw a punch at my chest. I'll be gentle, and I'm not going to throw you or anything, just block it, like this." His left hand swept in across his chest, then out abruptly, as if shoving something out past his shoulder.
He shook his head. "I haven't gotten around to asking yet. Homework's been getting the best of me with some of the crap we have to memorize this year, and frankly, I'm really crap at memorization. So I've been driving my roommate nuts putting it all to music. Maybe I could get a job going around to local high schools and teaching kids songs to help them get ready for tests."