Plots stands beside the jukebox. He listens for a moment, then 
nods to himself. "Okay, this is it." He turns the volume up, and silently 
lip-syncs, so you won't have trouble understanding the words. The music 
is a steady, graceful tune, with an acoustic feel to it, supported by a 
deep bass in the background. The singer's voice is female, gentle, and 
flowing.

  "Distance myself from the things I'd like but
   everyone has something I need
   don't let me wake up & find
   all those others leaving me behind

	He subconsciously taps his fingers on top of the jukebox in 
rhythm to the music.

   "If you don't have a clue about life
    then I'm happy, happy, happy to say
    neither have I although
    I'm not going to shrug my shoulders & suck my
    thumb
    this time
    cos there's something I deserve

	He closes his eyes again, quietly muttering under the song, "The 
chorus is coming up."

   "Love, love, love
    just love yourself like no one else
    love
    it's enough
    they can say what they like but they still can't
    take that

	As the violins come in, he turns the music down, sighing. A 
strong feeling of contentment pours from him. "I like it, anyway." He 
says with a smile, as the song fades off.