Fitch's Kemper 
Normally, noise of any kind was unwelcome in the Texas University's private library, but somehow that same mellow voice was allowed to croon on by the hour.
It was also normal for Byron Fitch to be annoyed by even the slightest rustle of a page while he was studying, but today was different. The odd medley of sacred hymns and pop songs came across as ridiculously soothing when hummed by Kris Kemper's low voice.
But then again, Byron didn't even know there was such a person as Kris Kemper. He only knew that someone always sat in the far corner where the dusty poetry collections were shelved, and that same someone would sporadically break out into humming or singing in a low voice while they studied.
Nobody stopped Kris, and nobody seemed to mind. That is, not until Tony came along. Tony minded very much.
"...and I will always love you, i will always love you. So I'll go because I know...hmmm hmmm hm hm hm...--river attendeth my way. When sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say it is well, it is well with my soul. It is well--"
"Stop that racket!! This is a library."
Five indignant heads came up as the low voice halted and stopped completely. A quiet sigh was heard from the back corner, and then silence ruled.