Happy St. Patrick's Day (she almost killed him!)

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!  As many of you may remember, my girls do Irish Dancing through a school in Oakville that is run by my wife's cousin.   For the past two years we have spent this day travelling around to seniors residences, and even some pubs, where the girls perform.  Our friend Mike and I provide some live fiddle music and we all make a day of it.  This year we are actually at home today, as Kim's cousin had the opportunity to vacation in Hawaii over the March break, and who can blame her, she jumped at the chance.  Not wanting to miss the occasion all together, we actually spent a Saturday going around to the seniors residences to mark the occasion early.  I have been waiting patiently until today in order to share this story.
One thing that I neglected to mention earlier, is that Kim's cousin often tries to get Kim to sing at various concerts and performances given by the dance school.  Kim almost always, reluctant as she may be, agrees.  This St. Patrick's Day show was no different.  Kim, Mike and I agreed on Danny Boy (the old folks love it!) and whipped together an arrangement.  Well, our first show of the morning went fine.  The girls danced well, Kim sang fine and the residents thoroughly enjoyed it.  It was our second show when things got interesting.
Everything started off as usual.  We arrived and the girls went to a side room to get ready as Mike and I went to the performance space and set up.  We got through the first half of the show without any glitches.  Mike and I played some intro music, the girls came out to perform some dances, the youngest dancers melted hearts and got all kinds of "how cute" comments etc.   Next it was Kim's turn to sing.  Just as she had guessed, the residents absolutely love Danny Boy.  Kim invited them to sing along, and sing along they did, in various keys and interpretations of the melody.  But that is not even the heart of the story.  Kim did a magnificent job of staying in key through the whole first verse, took a breather for Mike's great fiddle solo, managed to find the key again amidst the seniors voices, and joined back in seamlessly.  She got to the high note toward the end of the verse when her accompanist slowed things right down and even dropped out to highlight the note, which she hit brilliantly.  Of course that accompanist was me, and I did it as much as a practical joke on her than a musical arrangement decision.  None the less, it worked out great and sounded amazing, and if I were to pick a point when I thought that IT happened, that would have been the moment.  That brilliant musical moment, in that heart-wrenching old Irish ballade, when Kim's voice soared like a songbird in spring.  That must have been the moment...the moment that she almost killed him.
Right after Kim's song, there was a bit of a disturbance.  They had to usher the girls back to the ready room while there was a short intermission in the show.  The nurses from the residence calmly but quickly came into the performance space to attend to one of the residents.  They brought in a wheel chair to escort him out and care for him.  He survived, and they informed us and the girls that he had just fallen asleep...that is what they told us anyway.  Whatever actually happened, he lived on and as far as we know is doing fine.  But I don't think I will ever forget, or let Kim live down, the performance where she broke that man's heart and very nearly killed him.