Isaac was sure the two girls would handle it better than him, which was why he was just turning around to leave when he spotted Oliver walking closer. Naturally, his stomach pitted itself against his skin with nervousness. Not a conversation I want to have right now. He waited until he walked closer, and spoke until he said something himself.
"Can someone please tell me what is going on?...Alright... Now either I'm dreaming or going crazy."
"Hey, smart-ass. You don't know where you are? Well, it's the goddamn Titanic." Curb your tongue. You spoke to your dad this way, but this isn't your dad, and remember that. "...Excuse me. It seems I have forgotten where I am, but that is no excuse. Please, I have something to admit to you, and I would rather we do this somewhere more...private." Isaac started walking, without waiting to see if Oliver would follow.
He did not expect him to. But Isaac followed to where he was planning to lead earlier, gently bouncing the violin. The chances of him earning a spot for a song were slim. But, there's still a small chance, isn't there?
His gaze passed over Jolie, hiding back a scream of frustration, where he turned to see if Oliver had decided to follow him or not. But what will you say, if he did?
The truth.
He thought he heard the classical 'Sleeping Beauty Waltz' being played, as a down-scaled size for the small band, and started to softly hum the violin tune as it bounced through the air.