"There's a lot you don't know about me," Scott told her with a grin. "And a lot I don't know about you. Let's start with your name, and move on to secret fears and kinky obsessions from there."

He shrugged. "Oh, hey, check it:" It was time for more air guitar.

Falling away from me.
Falling away from me.

Beating me down.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.