"Ooooh, want to see something cool? Watch this." Becky stands up suddenly, her mood changing more often than her underwear, grinning. She flexes her fingers, closing her eyes and starting to sing in a soft, bluesy voice.<br/><br/>"Sing me a song with a melody... sing me a song of us... sing me a song for the memories... sing me of just what we was... sing me sweetly, sing me soft... sing me forever and sing me off... sing me back and away once more... sing me for love and war.<br/><br/>Sing me an Island... with a lake... sing me a song of give and of take... sing me a river, with a dam... sing me a song of we lost, lonely lambs. Sing me once, sing me twice... sing me for virtue... and for vice... sing me forever and into the night."<br/><br/>She stops singing, blushing... her voice was lovely, the smokey tones of a blues musician, bringing pictures unbidden of New Orleans clubs and 1950's clothes.