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“Dan-iel, come he-re please?”
The tall musician walked up, grinning widely. “What’s up, Dazza?”
The singer rolled his eyes. “Wh-at’s it sound li-ke? I c-an’t go on li-ke this!”
Daniel laughed. “When you have the hiccups, you should kiss a brown-eyed fool.”
“And ju-st who did you ha-ve in mind? Y-ou don’t ha-ve brown eyes and I-I’m not ki-ssing anyone e-lse.”
“Try holding your breath.”
Darren sucked in a breath, and hiccupped again. He looked at Daniel helplessly.
“Well, how about this.”
“No! Daniel, st-op! No!”
The singer began giggling helplessly.
“Better?”
Darren waited a moment then nodded, smiling.
~finis~
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