Just the other day, a woman came up to me and put three rings on the table, one a diamond, I believe, and in time she asked me to marry her. Also, toward the end of our conversation, she reached over and said, "Can I hug you?" I said yes, but then she kissed me on both cheeks and said: "I am French," as an excuse to touch me. What I did is I responded to her questions about my singing very directly and without any nuance and thinking about what to say. I just looked into her eyes and answered her questions. She was drunk. It was noon. She was with a friend, and she said that she has just seen her kids and it seemed like she may have lost custody to them. She asked me if I was singing hymns and I said no. I was singing a Louis Armstrong song a cappella. She has interrogated me as if she were Simon Cowell. Saying she could get me in the music business. She said she liked to sing. I found a song she said she wanted me to hear with lyrics and gave her my mic. She sang but left the mic off to the side. She cried. I gave her something that was deeply important to her. She loved to sing. I didn't judge her. I gave her the opportunity. I was singing at my best. I obviously touched her because she could see herself in my singing. And she got to do what she loved. Most of us share the same dreams.