Honeymoon's Over: Day 108

I spoke of my singing disorder here.

Yesterday, in the midst of belting out "It's Gonna Be Me", I finally let it all out and posed the question I've been too fearful to ask:

Tad? Do you get annoyed by all my singing?

I've avoided this question because I didn't want to deal with the answer. I didn't want to stop my personal serenade, yet, every time I caught myself transitioning from "Creep" to "May the Horse Be with You", I felt a pang of guilt. Was I driving Tad crazy?

He barely looked my way and replied:

No . . . I mostly just tune you out. Which is probably why I don't hear you when you say other stuff either.