David grimaced. "Uh, well, that's uh, anticlimactic."

He cleared his throat and steeled himself. Autumn was given a near traumatizing experience, the least he could do was put up with a little singing.

He opened his mouth and sang like a god . . . of [i]death[/i]. The song he chose? Sweet Child of Mine, by GNR. When he was finished, he took a deep breath and gave a weak, 'tada?' and sat back down trying to keep his face as straight as possible.