I'm in a place like a church, but about half of the pews are facing toward the other half. They're preparing to do some sort of sing-along thing. Stacey is sitting with me, and I believe another friend of hers, and I part with them, explaining that I want to sing. Apparently for that you have to move to the other side, but I'm only wearing underwear so I look for a place a few rows back where this won't be noticed.

A lady comes by, handing out two pieces of paper for everyone who wants to sing, with the words and annotations. I'm looking through the crowd for Stacey; I may have left too quickly, and maybe she wants to sing too, and at least she would want to see me.