Lately I've been thinking about:

My senior year of college, first semester, I took an improv class to fulfill the "arts" requirement. The students - most of whom were bros looking for a fine arts class with no tangible work - slowly came to the realization, over the course of the class, of "why haven't I been doing this my whole life? I'm so talented at riffing about Steve Irwin's death during a serious scene about two badgers who have recently divorced!" The teacher was very encouraging, the exercises were therapeutic, and most people were very good at hiding rolling their eyes.

We had one project where we came into class as one of our parents and did improv games for a day as our mother or father would. The obvious standout was a guy who, as his mother, snippy, holding a Blackberry, and wearing a woman's scarf, indignantly stormed out about twenty minutes in and didn't return for the other hour and ten minutes of the class, and when I went to pee later I saw he was hanging out with his friends on the quad. He was praised for how seriously he committed. But. There was this guy who came in as his father, who is a reporter, and he just walked around the room with a notepad and pencil "acting observant" and furrowing his brow. He tried to look puzzled the whole time and asked a few questions, as a reporter would. At the time I found this vomitously cheesy, but for some reason I've got the image of his face, his eyes looking upward at the stupid tweed Irish cap he was wearing, for inspiration or clues, then "aha!"ing and scribbling on his notepad, in my head, and it now in retrospect seems really heartfelt.

Anyway, enough dad and improv stuff. Which is a better song overall, Heartbeats or Paper Planes?