Oh, he was a natural. No question. No McCartney, but then again, there could be only one. Diana smiled and played along, throwing in a few fancy trills to harmonize with his voice, where she saw fit.

She cut things a little short at the na-na-na-nas.

God, that was the thing, back in thee day. If you were stuck dancing with a guy you didn't like to Hey Jude, you were in for a world of hurt. Twenty nine na-na-na-nas. It could feel like an eternity.

When the song faded out, she nodded appreciatively. "One of the most beautiful pieces of music in the last century. And not a bad voice to go with it, dude."