Don was making his way to his brother's house in Queens. Rich had called a couple days before and told him to come over to help plan the party they were going to have for their parents' anniversary party. It was Sunday and the traffic wasn't as heavy as a weekday.

He pulled up to the house. His brother's truck was in the driveway. He got out of the car and trotted up the stairs to the front porch. His brother answered when he knocked on the door. They shook hands as Don came into the house. He could hear his sister and sister-in-law talking in the dining room.

"How's work?" Rich asked as they walked through the house.

"It's going good. Nothing new and exciting," Don responded. "How about you?"

"My work is fine, normal."

The women stood as the guys came into the room. Don hugged each of them and then sat down at the table as well.

"I don't know what kind of help I'm going to be with this party," Don stated as he leaned back in his chair.

"You still should be here," his sister-in-law, Paula, responded.

"Yeah, I guess," Don rolled his eyes and looked at Camille who shook her head.

"Ok, Paula, where do we start?" Camille inquired.

Paula started down the list of things they needed to do for the party. Don said that he wouldn't be able to do much, but he offered to pay for whatever they wanted in exchange. Paula would be in charge of the food. They would rent tables and chairs. They planned on having the party in Rich and Paula's backyard. It was big enough for the group they would be inviting. Camille was in charge of getting a cake and the entertainment.

Don's phone rang before Paula was finished laying out the plans for the party. "Sorry, guys I have to go. I have a scene in Midtown." He got up from the table. "So, just tell me what you need from me exactly and I'll get it to you."

Paula had a shocked look on her face. "You're leaving?"

"Honey, he has to go," Rich told her. "We'll see you later, Don. Be careful out there."

A couple months later Don was finally arriving at his parents' party. He was late and he knew he was going to get an earful from his brother and sister-in-law. When he got inside there were tons of people inside the house and he could see quite a few in the backyard as well. Paula was the first one to spot him as he walked toward the kitchen. When he saw her he turned and walked the other way. He went up the stairs to the second floor.

Don got to his sister's old room and noticed her lying on the bed with her head hanging over the edge. She was looking at him upside down.

"What the hell are you doing?" Don asked as he leaned against the door frame.

"It, uh, helps me calm my nerves."

"What, are you serious?"

"Yeah, I don't know I just started doing it and somehow it helps."

He came in and sat at the desk. "What are you nervous about?"

"Didn't I tell you I'm singing today?" she asked and turned her head to look at him.

"No, you didn't tell me."

"Oh, well, hey I'm singing to Mom and Dad today."

Patrick appeared in the doorway. "Camille, you ok?"

She sat up quickly struggling with her dress. "Yeah, yeah I'm ok. Just a little nervous."

He came into the room and said hello to Don then sat on the bed next to his, now, girlfriend. He put his hand on hers. "You'll be ok. They're gonna love it, I promise."

"So, what are you singing?"

She smiled and cocked her head to the side. "You'll see." She stood up and straightened her dress then took Patrick's hand. "Come on; let's go before Paula has a heart attack."

Twenty minutes later Camille was finishing up her rendition of "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra. Don admired his sister for having the nerve to get up there and sing. Patrick had played the piano while she sang. The whole group had cheered and stood when she finished. Their Mom had cried and their Dad had a huge smile plastered across his face the entire time.

"Thank you, thank you. Mom and Dad happy anniversary." She smiled at her parents. "And now I have another, I guess, surprise." She was saying into the microphone. "If my brothers could come up here please."

Don furrowed his brows and looked at Rich then back at his sister. Rich stood so Don followed. They walked through the crowd and to the stage.

"What are we doing?" Rich whispered to their sister.

"Now," she continued into the microphone. "My brothers and I will sing you the Flack family song." The music started up and the guys still looked confused and shocked. "Jeremiah was a bullfrog," Camille sang and looked at her brothers.

"Was a good friend of mine," Rich continued.

"Never understood a single word he said," Don sang poorly.

"But I helped him drink his wine," they sang in unison.