"I'm sorry Aaliyah, but I'm not good at singing." Shawn whispered. "Let me hear." I said. He looked at me, his eyebrows down and shook his head. "Yes" Aaliyah pulled away. I started strumming. Shawn put his hand on his head then reluctantly gave in. "Look, I'm not just saying this to make you feel better or whatever okay? Your good. Keep playing. "