Hunter hates karaoke. He's not fond of putting himself out there for others to scrutinize, but... it's a team activity, and he'll sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMrd5ikoaIs) if he has to. He's got a good voice, if a bit quiet, and it's well-suited to the ballad he's chosen.

"These hammers and strings been following me around
From a box-filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs
Of a thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up, says 'How've you been?'
I say, 'Dear, I've been well, yeah the money's come in
But I miss you like hell, I still hear you in this old piano, yeah'
She says, 'Andy, I know that we don't talk as much
But I still hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs
Come on, write me a song, give me something to trust
Just promise you won't let it be just the keys that you touch'

Give me something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night,
I've got nowhere to hide'
So I'll write you a lullaby

These hammers and strings been following me around
Behind passenger vans, through the snow, dirt, and sands
Of a thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up, with her heart heavy still
She says, 'Andy, the doctors prescribed me the pills.
But I know I'm not crazy, I've just lost my will.
So why am I, why am I taking them still?'

'I need something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down,
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night I've got nowhere to hide'

To the sleepless, this is my reply:
I will write you a lullaby..."

His face is bright red by the time the song is over, and he's already on his way back to his seat by the time the last notes ring out.