You Are Usually Not So Bold

Sigrid didn't take George to the KTV nearby. They just sat at the small bar at the entrance of the arcade. In a narrow space, there were two small chairs, and each person had a microphone. Although it was only for one hour, she was not in a hurry. "What songs are you going to sing?" "I don't know," George answered honestly. "I don't know many." Sigrid thought about it and agreed. He was usually busy with his company's affairs, so he didn't have much time to listen to music. He probably didn't even know what recent popular songs there were. "Then I'll choose for you." Sigrid opened the song list and sat down to wait for him to sing. George frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything for a while. He listened to Sigrid's urging and said, "Don't be shy. Old songs are fine too. Even if you sing out of tune, I won't laugh at you." Mr. Toland was speechless. "You are smiling so happily now. Are you sure you are not going to make a joke out of me?" George was serious