Richard smiled slightly, he knew Jack well enough to know he would be declining their request to take up another song until they begged him sufficiently.
The noise from the men subsided and Richard correctly guessed Jack had accepted, however his choice of song did surprise him.
The song went on, the lyrics melancholy, the voice clear and precise.
The music changed completely, and a rough and tumbling Celtic song started up.
Eventually, the song Love Who You Love filled the cab, but halfway through the song, he gave me a tight smile and ejected the CD.
Instantly, I recognized the song Always With Me, Always With You, a Satriani guitar solo.
As the song ended, he turned the volume down and glanced over at me suspiciously.
Light spilled out onto the cobbled streets, along with snatches of song, the salty scent of the sea mingling with the tang of alcohol.
It was an old song, Good King Hal, older though than the last King, even though he had adopted it.
