forget your troubles, come on, get happy

[atrophied]

[ To those who have a journal open, you'll hear a particular song being whistled before it stops to be followed by a downright perky "Good morning!" The whistling resumes shortly after. For those present in the clinic, you will hear that and see House…smiling.

Cheerfully.

Uh... ]

Comments

[heloise]

Lucrezia.

And you would whistle it for me, surely?

[atrophied]

I would sing it if you prefer. I could probably pick out the tune on the piano.

[heloise]

It seems I have found myself a minstrel.

[atrophied]

As milady wishes. [ She can't see (sadly) but he so bowed as well as he can to the journal. And then the muse murdered the mun. ]

[heloise]

And what is my dear minstrel's name?

[ HAHA and when House reads his old entries... ]

[atrophied]

Dr. Gregory House. At your service.

[heloise]

Gregory. [ Because there's only first-name basis as far as she's concerned. ] Did you compose that tune?

[atrophied]

Call me Greg. And no, I didn't. It's an old song.

[heloise]

Greg. Does it have a name?

[atrophied]

"Get Happy." Composed by Harold Arlen with lyrics by Ted Koehler in 1930. It's most associated with singer Judy Garland who performed it for Summer Stock in 1950. Several other artists have covered it, but I've always been partial to hers.

[heloise]

Get happy. If that is not the loveliest title for a song then I cannot think of any.

[atrophied]

It will be lovelier still danced.

[heloise]

Shall I make up the steps myself or will you tell me how?

[atrophied]

Best to make up your own. Express yourself.

[heloise]

[ Giggling. ] And so I will, Greg.