“I’m strong,” I chant, feeling superhuman strength course through my mortal veins. “You’re strong,” he echoes. “I can do anything.” “You can do anything.” I begin to drift away from the bulk of his body, finding my own rhythm but still grasping his arm in case I overestimate myself and the ride gets too bumpy. “I’m sexy!” I shout confidently, my voice resounding off the spacious arena. “Not sure what that has to do with this, but yes you are!” Hayes yells just as loudly.
