Collin tries to keep his eyes on the drum, but they keep drifting back up to the warmth of Angel's eyes as she tries, yet again, to explain how to take a simple object like a make-shift drum and make it into rhythm, into emotion. It isn't that he doesn't care about the music-- he does-- it's just that he cares about the smile on Angel's face more-- about the way she lights up when she plays. She looks up at him, laughs and wiggles her hips just a little with the next hit of the drum, and he doesn't think she really minds his lack of attention.