Leven didn’t need good accompaniment. His voice filled the whole of the auditorium. Nathan hadn’t even noticed the singing at first but Leven had reached some great climax with that part of the song and it was awesome
Sasha had a beautiful voice, perfect for a lot of different styles, especially Old Blue Eyes. But Leven had pipes. The musical fan inside of Nathan—the one that rarely admitted its existence—fluttered somewhere low at the back of his spine. One thing Nathan never denied was that he loved good music, especially when that included a talented singer.
“Wow, he’s pretty good,” Sasha nodded. “Nate?” he said more playfully, poking Nathan in the side. It had the desired effect of making Nathan squirm. “Oh, I see that far away, dreaming of Gene Kelly look, you closet show-tunes freak. You can’t fool me.”