"Fine, then you're gonna sing it, and I'm gonna play it,"
I shook my head in refusal, but she pasted a sort of calm expression on her face and began to strum the chords. They itched for me to begin. I looked around at the crowd as Hannah continued to strum that first chord. I knew the lyrics, but...
I didn't have the confidence that Hannah had, that's for sure. And if I tried to play it goofy, people would think I was an idiot. The first note continued to strum.
"He's a bit shy," Hannah inquired, and a few giggles could be heard from the crowd. "But we'll be patient, right?"
Whoops and hollers were heard from the crowd. Not because of me or even for me, it was all Hannah. She stopped for a second and strummed the note again. No more time to waste. Other people wanted to go, and I was just being annoying.
"Wise..." the note came out scratchy, but Hannah gave me a reassuring smile. I cleared my throat and started over. It didn't turn out great, but I continued without need for starting over. I didn't move a muscle, except for my mouth. It wasn't like I was a great singer or anything, but I could hit a few notes every once in a while.
Hannah's face lit up, and her expression grew absolutely calm and blissful. The kind of expression you might see if you were to read a good book on the beach or relax at home with earbuds in and a sketch pad in your hands.
It was the expression of my voice. She loved it. There was absolutely nothing special about it, and everybody else was probably as bored as ever, but Hannah was delighted, as if basking in it.
"Take my hand, take my whole life, too,"
I realized I had been staring at Hannah for probably a really long time, but I couldn't pull myself away. The music described her perfectly. How could you play a piece of music that you just learned without looking at the sheet music?
"If I can't help falling in love with you,"
I smiled like an idiot at that line. The famous one that brought the song together. The reason I knew just the lyrics and not the chords. That line, that I knew brought out every bit of nervousness in me when I sang it, yet it was peaceful like a river when I sang it today.
Hannah looked up from her strumming and actually blushed for the first time, letting out one solitary nervous laugh before turning back to her ukelele.
       My voice began to get clearer and more confident the more I focused on Hannah. By the end, I was hitting notes I never thought I could hear, busting them out like I was on stage. There was more movement in the way I held myself, hand gestures and swinging to the beat. She changes people, she really does. Maybe she forced things at first, but then she gets you into them. And that's when I knew what Hannah was. She was the flow of music, the rhythm that if restrained from tapping your fingers to in the car will hum in your head and keep in your heart.
    She was more than that, but if you narrowed it down, she was that exactly.
     When I finished, Hannah grabbed my wrist and held it up like I had accomplished a huge victory. The crowd clapped and stomped and cheered for the performance. Even if it was because of Hannah, it felt great.
     We stepped off the stage, and I watched a twelve year old take the stage and easily beat my voice. We cheered for her, along with everyone else, and grabbed a coffee to hear others play. "She's good," I breathed, eyes wide. "I probably just embarrassed myself in front of everyone in this place,"
"She may have better quality, but she's not nearly as passionate as you were. Your voice is so emotional," she sighed. 
     Emotional? Was I supposed to be worried by that?
      "Anyone can take the stage and woo people with their voice, but if you have the ability to make people feel something when they hear you sing, you've got at least ten times as much power as those that are simply good," Hannah said in a half whisper, eyes on the crowd.
     I just nodded. There was no sense in trying to sound more intelligent than her.
     She passed me another sticky note, and I grabbed it like I expected it. I guess I did, now. It was more normal than abnormal for me to receive them.

"Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything."