At least David was a man for temperance. He smiles, closes his eyes, and starts into the music. It takes pulling the stored knowledge and skill of no less than four people he'd known in high school to translate the music over, and he has to tap his feet to generate the beat, but soon enough there was absolutely something that resembled the classic piece. His fingers are quick, they have to be, but if someone had the skill, they could probably sing along.