"Favorite song.. Favorite song.." he was trying as hard as he could to stay himself, cringing from the effort. He began quietly singing to himself, remembering the lyrics of the song clearly. "We're all children of the dream, wherever we may be, forever young.." he sang, slowly starting to calm down. The sweat on his forehead slowly vanished and his expression turned to that of content as he began playing a miniature air guitar solo. The best time to take action in finding a new source of music would be now, because once the song was over, he would have nothing.