Willy immediately smashed his fingers against the string, making them ring loud. With the rise of the chorus, magic built and built and popped, showering Fin with a joyful euphoria. Like love, like parties, like the first taste of fresh stone fruit on a hot summer day. His voice was sweet as a bubbling spring and every word sparked such a wholesome lightness it was bliss.

When he wasn't singing, he simply smiled and watched Fin to react.