Ah, the beautiful pain of intoxicated baritones stretching out to hit a high note. Just gets a person right between the eardrums.

The spontaneous applause does need to gives way briefly to hands clasping over his heart. What, him? Did the not-at-all-drunk clearly-actual-rock-star point at him? Be still, flutterings of his fragile heart! Be strong against the impulses to faint clear the fuck away!

He'll resume clapping after the hysterical laughter wanes a little. "Cher next! Tell me you believe in life after love, handsome!"