[Graham is drinking out of a glass of water as Dante turns to look in his direction]

Dante: Graham! Do you think you can sing something? Something quick? Just to show Preston!

[Dante turns slightly to whisper into Preston’s ear]

Dante: He’s got a great singing voice.

[Graham bashfully raises a hand to cover his mouth.]

Graham: Oh,  you flatter me! I guess it couldn’t hurt..

[Graham gets up from the table as Dante looks in anticipation, and breathes in.]