Sadly, that quote in the caption left out the best part of the story, as unearthed by our intrepid SAz reporters (who interned at TMzed… the Canadian version)… Here’s the rest:
David Archuleta, what a class act.
There was a birthday at his table and as soon as David started to lead the singing of the Happy Birthday song, a hush fell over the room. Eyes glazed over and jello was left jiggling on spoons as his angelic siren song filled the air like a cooling breeze on a blistering day. Spellbound. We were spellbound.
It was so magical, so ethereal that the actual temperature rose in the room. Menus were waved as fans, jackets were peeled off and foreheads were dabbed with lace handkerchiefs. And then another miraculous thing happened.
A sudden eclipse of the sun. Complete darkness for a fraction of a second. Time stood still and everything glided in slow motion as Mr. Archuleta stretched his hand toward his neck. One woman was heard to gasp, “Can this REALLY be happening???” And as God as my witness, yes it was.
His lithe fingers grasped his collar and before gaping mouths and wide eyes he did the impossible. He unclasped his top button.
Was that the MoTab choir I heard singing?
I fought back tears not wanting to miss this momentous occasion.
A thunderous roar erupted in the dining room as people leapt to their feet, cheering and stomping the floor. Tables shook. Glasses tipped over. And yet only the hint of a smile drifted across Mr. Archuleta’s face. His gaze downcast as his famous dimple made the briefest appearance.
A class act, indeed.