"Hey, watch as Brother sings a couple of songs for you," Old Watson said.
"This wouldn't be the result of dealing with the dead all day, driving him insane, would it?" said Yvette Quick, stepping back two paces with a look of "I don't know this embarrassing person."
"Old Watson's singing is actually pretty good," Jane Sampson defended the man on stage. In university, there was one year during the school's music festival when Old Watson had dragged Jane to the piano to accompany him, and later, they won an award, and he even bought Jane Sampson a box of snacks. While Jane was speaking up for him, Old Watson had already started the intro, tapping his foot on the stage in rhythm, a habit he had for keeping the beat.
Just as Old Watson began singing the first word, Alexander Forest shouted with approval, "Good!"
