"If thou hast a taste for it, I'll teach thee other dances," Laertes promises. "Little pleases me more than to dance, and to teach." He contemplates the small collection of records that he's moved into the practice room, then chooses one that has the sort of slow pace that will be easy to teach. (And, he admits, one with words that remind him fondly of Sagramore.) There's a slight hiss of the record player, and then the opening drums and piano of 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' begin to play.

"This," says Laertes as he opens his arms, "is a song for swaying."