Maybe he's just constitutionally incapable of singing happy songs. Or maybe all he needs is practice.

Either way, a good performer knows how to keep tabs on his audience's mood, and it doesn't take too long for him to realize the effect he's having on Greta. The Balladeer wraps the song up earlier than perhaps it should have been and falls silent, shifting the banjo aside and leaning forward, elbows on his knees, to look out at the water. "I wish we could get out of Manhattan," he comments. "It'd be nice to see more of the world."