You would never get used to watching Lucy repair androids. It was partially due to your very limited understanding of how androids were put together; you knew there were biocomponents and wires and blue blood, but you didn't know how it all worked. You had a feeling that that would change the longer you stayed at Jericho. In the hours that you had been there, you had already watched biocomponents be replaced on two androids; been covered in blue blood from two individuals.

Watching Simon being repaired was much easier than Markus, though.

Maybe that was why the whole process made you so uncomfortable; you were watching your friend be put back together. Your friend who had decided that his life wasn't worth protecting.

Simon must have seen your expression. "He's going to be alright," he tried to reason. You only nodded, thankful for Simon's presence and wishing he would leave you alone all at the same time. He had been the one to help you carry Markus back to Jericho. He'd also been the one to check to make sure that you were alright when you finally found your way back. He'd brought you a change of clothes, ones that weren't stained with Markus' blood. You appreciated that much, you really did, but he couldn't distract your thoughts for too long. Not now.

Markus didn't flinch when Lucy used a hot metal rod to seal his wounds up, bringing with it the faint smell of burning plastic and a chemical you couldn't place. He hadn't flinched when the police opened fire, or when he stepped between the guns and you. How was he not afraid?

You had been asking yourself that question since you returned, once your brain finally stopped worrying about other things. Things like whether Markus would live or die, or how many of those bullets might have been meant for you. You should have been counting your lucky stars that you hadn't died today, thanking every god known to man that you were still standing.

Instead, you were pissed.

Pissed at the world for being the way it was, pissed at Markus for almost leaving you again, and pissed at yourself for standing there while the guns fired. You finally understood the saying about a deer in the headlights. There's not much you can do but wait when you're staring down death. Wait and see if today is the day.

"We're all over the news. The people that were there are talking about the march, they know that we were there to protect our freedom." Josh sounded like he was trying to convince himself of something. Maybe he was; maybe he was trying to convince himself that the cost was worth the effect. You weren't so sure. You didn't know how many had been killed - you had been in no state of mind to count. You just knew that androids were dead now, and for what? To make a statement?

North, who remained on the opposite side of the room from you, seemed to share at least part of your thoughts. "We didn't protect anything. They slaughtered us."

They had been going on like this for a while now, weighing the consequences of the march. You didn't speak up. You had no inclination to, for once. Instead you stayed pressed against the wall, trying your best to avoid attention - a familiar, safe action. It worked for a while, with only Simon so much as glancing at you during the discussion between the Jericho leaders. Don't let them see how weak you are. Don't let them know that you're afraid. It was more than a matter of pride. This, for you, was about belonging there with them. Simon had snuck through a towerful of security guards and come out alive. North and Josh were willing to die for their cause, and Markus nearly had. You knew going in that there would be danger, you told yourself that you would be ready for it. Don't break now. Don't let them see you break. Grow up.

You felt yourself numbing, quieting the memories of gunfire as the world around you lost focus. Do better next time. Don't hesitate. Don't flinch. Don't fear.

"We had to make a stand, and we did. It's up to the humans how they're going to respond." A much too calm voice broke your concentration. It was during this process of turning yourself to steel that Markus sat up, his injuries dealt with. His eyes swept the room and just like that, you were no longer invisible. You supposed you should have learned some time ago that you could only avoid Markus' attention for so long.

You met his gaze, but broke it just as quickly as it came. If anyone could read you in that room, it was Markus. He would know that something was wrong, and he would ask about it. There were much bigger things to worry about, so you looked away. There was a pause, but you eventually felt his eyes move away from you, some of your tension going with him.

"We have to deal with our wounded," Josh began, not the first time he'd brought the issue up.

Simon nodded. "And we have to see to the androids that are arriving. More are coming every hour from across the city."

"They won't make it far." North's words had a bite that you couldn't ignore. "After today the police are going to be looking for us. They're going to hunt down any deviants they can find."

Finally, a knowing silence took the room. Even Lucy remained still, processing North's words. "We'll do what we can for them. North," Markus so easily took command, looking to her, "see if you can find some of them and get them here."

North nodded, taking that as her que to leave.

Against your better judgement, you followed. Even when you saw Markus turn to you like he was about to say something, you kept your head forward. You couldn't stand still anymore. You needed to move, to do something. And you knew just what.

"North, wait," you said when you were a fair distance away from Markus and the others.

The android turned to face you slowly, her pretty eyes fixed on you in a familiar suspicious stare. "What do you want?" She sounded more annoyed than anything else. A step up from wanting to kill you on sight, you supposed.

"I want to help." No use in beating around the bush.

North had always impressed you with her ability to deepen a glare. She narrowed her eyes, but let you continue.

"I know the city, I grew up here. If you find androids that need help getting here, I can get out there and bring them back. It'll look a lot less suspicious if a human is with them than if they're on their own." It wasn't an iron-clad plan. In fact, you weren't even sure if it was a logical one. If you were asked for your registration of an android, you'd be fucked. Still, you had to do something. If this was it, then so be it. "I can get biocomponents, blue blood, changes of clothes, whatever you need."

North thought about your words, crossing her arms. If her scowl was any indication, she didn't like the idea very much. She also wasn't saying no.

When she finally did speak, she surprised you with just how much power she had. "You didn't have to come with us today. You defended Markus, so I'm choosing to trust you." Don't make me regret it, was what she didn't need to say. Still, you were relieved, though you didn't show it. "So, let's see what we can find for you to do."

You were no stranger to not getting enough sleep. You had worked two jobs since you graduated high school, and that meant several late nights and early mornings, and lots of coffee in between. You would have killed for a coffee now, you thought as you carried in another box of blue blood. Then again, with how your steps were beginning to shuffle against the metal floor of the ship that made up Jericho, you weren't sure that coffee was the right solution to your problem.

Shake it off, people need you.

Besides, even if you wanted to, sleeping wasn't an option.

Markus had recruited hundreds of androids to his cause. Jericho was bustling, even at night. A byproduct of androids not needing sleep like you did. It was hard to feel useful next to them sometimes, but you did your part. Years of being a fly on the wall meant you had become good at hearing things. You made it your job to know what everyone needed when they needed it. If word was brought in of androids needing to be escorted here, you went out into the snow to bring them back. If they were running low on thirium or biocomponents, you slipped out in the night to find some.

Such had been the case tonight, too many androids who had just barely managed to escape with their lives that needed to be treated. Even with all of the supplies Markus had collected before you arrived, it had quickly become stretched thin by the influx of androids pouring in every day. North had been coordinating your efforts, and you swore that every time you returned she hated your existence a little less.

As she was nowhere to be found currently, you found yourself heading to another of the inner circle to deliver supplies.

"Josh," even your voice was tired as you neared the android. He looked surprised to see you. "I got the Thirium you needed." You gestured with the box, setting it down and finally giving your aching shoulders a rest.

Josh almost smiled, but it didn't make it past the look of concern he gave you. You liked Josh, since he was one of the first to seem like he actually trusted you at Jericho. Still, he didn't exactly approve of your latest choices in activity. "Where did you get this?" he asked, lifting the box top to examine the packets inside.

"CyberLife store. There was a truck being unloaded outside, I snagged a few things." You left out the fact that you had gotten the tip from North.

Josh looked like he wanted to shake his head, but he held it in. Instead, he chose a more tactful approach. "Does Markus know about this?"

The big question. One you didn't want to answer but you would nevertheless. "No," you murmured, watching Josh's expresion fall. In truth, you hadn't spoken to Markus since the march, both because he needed to be repaired and because . . . well you weren't ready to unbox everything yet.

You half expected Josh to reprimand you, or tell you how stupid it was to go out without telling anyone. Instead, he just grimaced and nodded. Oh come on, that's almost worse, you thought. It made you feel less like a badass vigilante and more like a reckless girl. Closer to the truth, you supposed. That's what you had always been. "He wants to see you, you know. He's been asking where you are." That pushed your guilt over the edge. You didn't want to avoid him, but there was too much going on in your head that you hadn't been able to sort out yet. "Thank you for everything you're doing," Josh began, and you already knew there was a but coming, "but be careful. Things are getting bad out there."

"I know," you agreed. And you did know. You had seen the raids being conducted, the androids who were being rounded up in the streets, or worse. It was the reason you'd been going out more frequently, trying to help as much as you could before it became impossible. That, and the nagging guilt in your stomach. The guilt over watching Markus lie there in the snow- "I'll be careful," you reassured him, though you didn't fully believe yourself.

Josh seemed satisfied though, giving you a half-smile. "Get some rest," he offered before turning and walking away, taking your stolen goods with him. It was sound advice that you sincerely intended on taking. Eventually.

For the moment, you decided to busy yourself helping the androids still in need of repair following the march and those who had recently arrived. You were no expert on their biology - in fact saying that you had any skill might be overstating things - but you could help those who did know and you readily did so. Sometimes it was with matters as simple as finding them a change of clothes. Other times, you would find your arms painted with blue blood as you tried to help other androids piece their friends back together. You usually didn't have to go far to find someone who needed your help. Tonight was no different, and you were soon showing a pair of deviants to the "medical" staff on hand. Too generous a term, maybe, but it was what they had to work with.

Lucy gave you one of her ethereal thank you's after you helped her close their wounds, and you headed back out into the mass of androids that had taken to calling Jericho home. Refugees from war, all in bad shape, one way or another. All looking for hope, for a better future than the shit lives they'd had so far.

Tonight, it was relatively quiet, except for the news projections that lined the walls. Quiet murmuring filled the hull, several androids hiddling closer together as they spoke. You listened to some of them as you passed, looking for the next group that might need help. Most were just scared, needing a comforting word or two. Your less than note-worthy comforting skills had seen a lot of use since the march, trying to tell androids to chin up, that it would all be worth it when Markus won.

And you made sure that you said when. You didn't know much, but you knew that a little white lie was what these people needed. A little bit of hope to keep them going, whether it be you, or Markus or whatever rA9 was. Hope was what was going to get them through this.

You could use some of it yourself.

"You need to get some rest, little one." A soft voice pulled your attention and you stopped. You turned to your side and found a little girl sitting against CyberLife crates. Looming far above her was a huge man, gentle despite his considerable size. He brushed some hair out of her face in a loving gesture, smiling kindly at her.

"I'm not tired," the little girl murmured, and the man gave her a knowing look. He's not convinced.

"Alice," his tone reminded you of your father. The sort of thing you would hear when you 'pushed the envelope'. Thinking of him brought a sinking feeling. He and your mother had long since moved out of Detroit. Them and all of your siblings. You were the only one that had stayed, the only one left. You hadn't spoken to any of them in days. Hadn't told them you were alright, much less that you were part of a revolution. With your phone stashed somewhere in Ferndale, it was entirely possible that they had tried to reach you but couldn't.

Not that you would be able to really tell them much. Oh, I'm doing fine. Made some paintings, joined a revolution for android rights and almost got shot a few times. Otherwise, not much.

No, best not to tell them until everything blew over.

If everything blew over.

You were just about to let yourself be caught in a spiral of self-pity when the man's voice dragged you out of your thoughts. "Can I help you?" You hadn't realized you were staring until he spoke. You blinked, collecting yourself and meeting his eyes. He looked at you with no small amount of suspicion, trying to figure out if you were going to be a threat to the little girl. Alice, as you recalled.

"I'm sorry," you tried, not really knowing what to say. "Just . . . got a lot on my mind." It was true enough, you supposed. The man seemed to accept your answer, though his eyes stayed trained on you. "Actually, do either of you need anything? I can find her some blankets or something." You offered a tired smile to Alice, who shrunk further into her caretaker's shadow.

Finally, something softened in the man's eyes. "That would be wonderful."

You nodded, your new directive in mind. "I'll be right back." You knew exactly where to find blankets. You had been given some when you first arrived, and since you likely weren't going to put them to use tonight, you might as well make sure someone did. It didn't take you long to grab the blankets in question and return, weaving through groups of androids on your way. When you got back, Alice was still sitting on the CyberLife crates, hugging her knees to her chest. The tall android sat next to her, his mouth moving though you couldn't make out what he was saying until you drew closer. When you did, you heard the soft melody of a song you recognized. It was another relic that you only knew because of your parents - or grandparents, in this case. The kind of song that most people your age didn't know.

"...sing on, just a little while longer. Everything will be alright." He wasn't the first android you had heard sing that song, but there was something insanely on-the-nose about it that it hardly surprised you. The man's voice was beautiful, full of soul and love. Alice looked like she was finally relaxing as he sang, staring up at him in adoration. When he finished, you stepped closer. "That's a good song," you offered. He looked up at you as you stepped closer, smiling warmly as you handed him the coarse blankets.

"Thank you," he said, draping them over Alice.

You shrugged in return. "It was no problem."

He held out a hand - one that dwarfed your own. "I'm Luther." You took his hand and introduced yourself, surprised again by how gentle he was.

"You're human, aren't you?" It was a question that you were surprised you hadn't heard more often. It would have been fairly evident given any facial scan that you weren't an android like everyone else in Jericho. Still, not many androids had actually asked.

You nodded, glad that the scrutiny in his eyes was gone.

"It's a good thing; you being here. If people had less hate for each other, the world would be a better place."

His words were more weighted than he realized, at least to you. You, who had been - and still were - so angry at the world. He'd get along with Carl, you thought. They'd be able to spend hours dishing out wise one-liners to each other. "There are lots of things that would make the world a better place," you said, wryly.

"I think that every little bit counts. Knowing you're not alone can make everything else easier." There was something reassuring about his words, something that told you he chose them for a specific reason. A reason he couldn't have known. I gotta go see Markus.

"I guess you're right." You looked down at Alice, who was settling in with your blanket. You didn't need to ask to know that both Luther and Alice had been through a lot. If there was one truth that the androids of Jericho shared, it was that each one had gone through something horrible. You just hoped that, by the end of all this, they were able to live a better life. That was all anyone could really ask for. "If you need anything else, come find me."

Luther nodded. "Take care of yourself."

"You too."

The two of you shared a nod, and you were off, heading towards the conversation that you'd been avoiding all day. Conversation or confrontation, you weren't sure. Either way, it was long overdue.

You weren't the only one who thought so, it seemed.

The crowd parted and you knew Markus was heading your way before you saw him. When he finally came into view, you were surprised by how well he looked. If you hadn't been there, you would never have known that he had been shot, that he had almost died.

He had swapped his blue hoodie out for a longer white coat, and he walked like he was on a mission. The way his eyes zeroed in on you, you had a feeling you knew what that mission was.

"Hey," you greeted, not doing a good job of hiding your apprehension.

"Can we talk?" he asked, and there was something in his voice that let you know this was about something very serious. Oh boy, here we go.

"Sure," you murmured, pushing your worry down.

You followed Markus through the corridors of Jericho, ducking under bulkheads as you went. Neither of you spoke, but you couldn't remember silence ever sounding so loud. Probably had something to do with the thoughts pounding against your skull. When you finally stopped, you were in an abandoned room, nothing inside but rust and some long-unused crates.

Markus turned around, facing you at last. He looked worried, but more than that he looked sad. It made your heart squeeze, because you knew that you were at least partially to blame for that look. "What's going on?" you asked, trying your best to sound clueless. You might have made a more convincing effort, given different circumstances.

He didn't answer. Instead, he said your name, grave and serious but with so much concern that it hurt. "I could ask the same of you."

And just like that, the iron wall you'd put up around yourself began to crack. "I . . ." what did he expect you to say?

"Josh told me that you went out tonight to get biocomponents."

Oh.

Damn it, Josh.

You couldn't deny it, not when Josh had probably brought the proof straight to Markus. North probably wouldn't be shy about admitting that she'd been the one giving you some of your tips. "Snitches get stitches, Josh," you muttered, even if he wasn't there to hear you. Markus didn't look amused.

"That's not the only time you've done this, is it? Why didn't you tell me?" There was an urgency behind his words that ground guilt into your stomach.

You weren't sure how to even begin handling that question. There was no easy answer, no way of telling him the truth without getting into things you had every intention of hiding away. "I . . ." didn't want you to worry. I didn't want to talk to you because that makes it all real. I couldn't look at you because I'd break if I did. "I figured you didn't need to know." God, it was a bad lie, but what else could you say? Your throat was already constricting, the thoughts that you'd been pushing down all day finally coming back with a vengeance.

"I don't need to know. I want to."

"I can handle myself."

"I know, but if something were to happen to you-"

"You don't get to make that argument." You hadn't meant to say it, but that didn't stop the words from coming out, and they found their mark. He didn't speak. Didn't blink. He just gaped at you, mismatched eyes wide, processing everything you were saying. You couldn't blame him. Normally, you might have been yelling but now your voice was cold. Your words were sharp and you aimed to cut with them. "You put yourself in danger every day, and you don't say shit to me. I thought you were dead and I had to find out that I was wrong on the news. And when I get you back, you almost die again. You were going to let them kill you!"

"I did what I did so that the rest of you could live." When he finally spoke up, you were surprised to find some fire in his words, and almost immediately you felt a wave of terrible wash over you. Your words came back to bite you as he spoke, leaving you feeling even more guilty than when you started.

"I know but I almost watched you die, Markus!" There it was. The dam giving way. "I saw you get shot and I couldn't do shit about it." Your voice wavered, but you didn't care anymore. Not with the way Markus was looking at you. "I was too afraid to do anything about it." Your admission was quiet, and with it came all of the stress that you had been ignoring. Your breath quivered as it left you, and you looked down when you felt tears sting your eyes.

You heard Markus taking steps towards you, slow and deliberate. You looked up at him, finding him dangerously close to you. "I was afraid too." His eyes let you know that it was the truth. They shined against the dark, full of emotion and you realized how wrong you had been.

Markus was the first to move, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace that was familiar to you now. Somehow, that made it all the worse, breaking down the carefully constructed barriers you'd put up. You might as well have been strangling him, with how tightly you wrapped your arms around him. Crying was becoming a habit of yours, you realized. First with Carl, now with Markus. It went against everything you had grown up believing, but with everything that was happening . . . maybe that was alright. Maybe it was alright to not be made of fire all the time.

You certainly didn't feel like fire when Markus held you. You felt safe, loved. Wanted. It was something you had been without for so long, you convinced yourself that you didn't need it. You were glad that he was there to remind you otherwise, the thought slowing the fall of your tears. "You're getting pretty good at this hugging thing." You found it in yourself to laugh, your face pressed into Markus' shoulder.

"I did promise to work on it."

You grinned, feeling the rumble of his chest as he spoke. His voice sounded as shaky as yours, something that eased your mind more than it probably should have. It also put you back on a more even footing, bringing your mind back to sense. "I'm sorry," you finally admitted, not feeling the need to elaborate.

"So am I." Markus answered you with sincerity, his arms tightening ever so slightly.

You shook your head. "You saved my life. I should have thanked you." You finally pulled apart - although with the closeness the two of you maintained, maybe that was too generous a term. Pressure built up in your chest, and a new kind of hurt took over. The same hurt you had felt all those nights ago when Markus sang to you. The difference was, back then it was an impossibility. You had resigned yourself to being alone in your feelings because you couldn't fathom an android having feelings at all. Now, with the way Markus' arms stayed on you . . . it almost hurt more because it was possible.

"I'm sorry for not going to you that night." He didn't need to tell you which night he was talking about. The night when all of this began, when you got a call from Carl telling you that your friend was dead. "I meant to, but I couldn't. I was afraid then, too."

You tried to smile, but you didn't quite make it. "Lots of that going around, I guess." Markus nodded, frowning. "You do a much better job of hiding it than I do, though."

Markus sighed, finally stepping away. Your spirit dropped at the loss of contact, but you knew that he had a lot on his mind. Hell, both of you did. "If I show how afraid I am, it makes it harder for them to believe that we can win. And if they don't believe, then we're lost." Androids were built to be perfect, from what you understood. Designed to never make mistakes, never get tired and never feel. That didn't stop Markus from sounding spent. "It might not matter either way." He kept his voice low, like he was hiding something he was ashamed of.

It occurred to you that he probably hadn't told anyone about any of this. He couldn't afford to; the androids outside revered him as a savior. Who could he speak to - outside his inner circle, maybe - about the doubts he had?

He was like you in that way, except the thing that prevented him from reaching out was necessity, not pride. You knew from experience how hard it was to keep yourself going against all odds. Having someone in your corner could make all the difference in the world.

You let your head drop down looking at the floor as you thought. You'd been running around Jericho, trying to give the androids there some hope. The least you could do was offer the same to Markus. You remembered Luther and Alice, the gentle song he had been singing. You remembered the night Markus sang to you, the parting words you'd given him at Carl's door, and you decided then on your chosen method.

It was time to deliver on your promises, you supposed. Another something that was long overdue.

If you hadn't shown many people your artwork, you had sung for even fewer; you didn't think enough of your skills to sing for anyone but yourself. It was a part of you that you hadn't assigned much meaning to. Time to change that, you told yourself.

Moving as quietly as you could, you made your way to Markus' side, keeping your gaze on the floor in front of you but intertwining your fingers with his. You started softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you sang the song Luther had sung to Alice. It was strange for you, doing something so soft and gentle. You were so used to swinging your way through life, bloody knuckles and furious stares. You were out of your element, but you forced yourself to sing, even if it meant keeping your voice quiet.

"Hold on just a little while longer.

Hold on just a little while longer.

Hold on just a little while longer.

Everything will be alright.

Everything will be alright."

As the first words left your mouth, Markus' attention snapped to you. You couldn't help but glance up at him, getting caught in his stare. He looked . . . happy. Like you had just given him the most precious gift in the world. You couldn't help but smile as you sang, realizing why. He remembered your promise.

Of course he fucking did.

Markus had heard the androids around Jericho singing plenty of times. It was, more often than not, a sad melody that spoke of suffering and loss. Your voice, despite its softness, was of strength and reassurance.

He had never expected to hear you sing. It was one of his desires that he had long since written off, just an idea from another life that could never be real. He had never imagined that he would get to hear your voice. For a time, he had imagined that he would never even see you again. But here you were, your hand in his, singing for him and only him.

When he met your eyes, something snapped in him, a shattering realization. It was like he was deviating all over again, the world around him re-calibrating and re-adjusting as he finally realized what he had been pressing against his mind. The difference was that when he deviated, he had woken up to a world of confusion.

Now, looking at you as you sang, he had never thought more clearly in his whole life.

I'm in love with her.

As you sang, he repeated the words over and over in his mind, testing them because he had never thought to experience something like this. The puzzle had finally come together; the reason his chest tightened when he thought of you, the reason he had thought first of you when the police had opened fire. He watched you sing, taking in every detail he could and saving it so he would never forget. The confidence that grew the longer you sang, the way your eyes sparkled in the dim light. A smile spread across his face, a harsh contrast to the almost pained feeling in his chest.

You were tearstained, exhausted and nervous and you were beautiful. He had always thought so, even before he deviated. The thought was just louder now, the feeling more intense.

As you finished the song Markus stayed silent, letting your voice hang in the air. The two of you were close, so incredibly close, Markus could feel the air shifting as you breathed. He wanted more than anything to close the distance. Uncertainty kept him from doing so, a thin line that the very air pressed him to cross. Your eyes glimmering, your hand warm in his, your uncertain smile. The tightening in his chest worsened when he saw your pupils dilate. Did you-

Markus never finished the thought. Your lips pressing against his stopped the world from turning.

It was too quick, with you pulling away almost as soon as the kiss started. But for that moment Markus felt as alive as he ever had. It was one action and it had lasted only seconds, but it was enough to let Markus know that he wasn't alone. He never had been.

Still, he had been too surprised to react - likely the reason you were looking at him in terror. "I'm sorry," you muttered, but you didn't get to say anything more. It was Markus' turn to be impulsive, closing the distance and kissing you again. His free hand went to your face, gently swiping his thumb across your cheekbone, his other hand staying intertwined with yours. An anchor to the world, a tether keeping him from being lost.

I love you, he marveled over and over, memorizing the feeling of your body pressed against his. The feeling of your heartbeat against his chest.

When you broke away, chest rising and falling as you breathed, Markus smiled. You smiled back, huffing a disbelieving laugh. Markus' smile widened and he rested his forehead against yours, allowing himself to forget the world. He let himself have that moment of peace, just the two of you in the eye of a storm. Two people in a place where they didn't have to fight to survive, or wish to be heard. It hurt that Markus knew that this moment wouldn't last long enough. The world was waiting for both of you, and it wouldn't wait long. Still, Markus was content to hold you for a little while longer.

Both of you were owed that much

A/N: ABOUT DAMN TIME (She says, having been in full control of when these two dorks finally kiss)

Anyway, I wanted to draw some parallels to when MC (The Reader) realized her feelings for Markus. Both of them are kind of learning how to accept feelings like that (albeit in different ways and for different reasons), so I figured what better way for Markus to really realize what's going on than to hear the MC sing? Also, good way to bring my man Luther into the story - Kara will be making an appearance later, as well. If any of you haven't already, definitely go check out Luther singing "Hold On", the man has a beautiful voice.