There was laughter as the chatting friends gathered on the platform. Four guys and two women, all dressed in black, early-30's chic. Their smiles were radiant and I could feel a friendly vibe surrounding them.

"And so she and I were sitting outside, singing," he said, a short man in a suit, with a briefcase by his feet. "But then when we went inside to do the kareoke stuff, she was like, 'Oh no! I can't sing in front of these people!'"

A good-natured chuckle was shared, and then the man murmured something I couldn't hear. Then from nowhere, this voice erupted into song - first brash, then gentle and smooth in tone. It sweetly travelled a lyrical path of melody, cupping the words of a song I'd never heard before. The man's friends smiled and exchanged grins and giggles and I smiled.

I wanted to applaud, but his train arrived and cut his beautiful song far too short.

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