He pulls his notebook out of his pocket and flips it open to a page. It's covered almost chaotically in bar music and notes for sections of an orchestra.

"Just a little something worthy of a grand orchestra. You could say I was feeling nostalgic for my symphony-writing days." He raises his hands in the air and begins conducting the piece, humming the tune. About eight seconds into doing this he stops short and slaps his forehead. "No no I'm not doing it justice that way."

Here. He begins over again conducting in the air and instead the sound of the orchestra floats through his mind to hers.