Kenneth
Naoto was compleatly captivated by her performance. The only thing he loved as much as performing was watching others perform. He loved music for it carried much for one to raise there voice in sing. Words are one thing but tone, pronuciation, timbur; rgese were all things one aquired through many years of living. A voice carried remenants of memories, of places, of things, and of people, all od which has come together to morph and form this voice. To sing in front of an audiance was to put one's very sould on display for all to srr. He would stand in applause at the end of the beautiful song. He would wipe a tear from his eye. "Truyly as beautiful as ever, my dear Florence." He would turn to Mawile with a smile. "And you performance was supurb as well." He would jokinglu turn back to Florence. "If your not careful, your friend here could easily go solo." He would chuckle.

He would retake his seat with a sigh. He was happy she had accepted his proposal for a festival. He would than remember the other young musician he had meet. "Ah, that remindes me of young man I meet named Samu, a quite energetic trainer hailing from Ceoni. I think he would be a lovely addition." He would smile even wider as his gears continue to turn. "As for the fashion, I would of course love to do it, but now that I think of it, the daughter of a dear friend of mine, from Evergrand City, is on this island. She is a marvelous designer in her own right. Somewhat quirky like her father. I'm sure the two of you would get along famously." He would chuckle. "I'll be sure to reach out to them both." His face was positively glowing, a habit when it came to planning festivals. He would turn to Florence. "Did you have any ideas for a festival?"
Lee
"Now you're just tryin' to make us fall in love," Florence teasingly blew him a kiss. Her good humor compelled her to let an alluring laugh escaped her. It was the kind of laugh that would capture your attention with compelling force. At the same time, its end would release you with the utmost gentility. "Hmm," Florence crossed her legs as she prodded her mind for ideas. Her hands laxly rested over her knees with no sign of fidgeting or stress. In her mind, she pondered about the two individuals mentioned by Naoto. Slowly, the words music and clothes swirled together to finalize a concept inside the woman's creativeness. "Summer fashion show," She spoke tersely but not uptight, as if the idea would disappear if not said sooner. "Think it," She followed her proposal, diving deep into Naoto's eyes. "Well get the top musicians and designers to partner up. Let em go loose by designing clothes based on original pieces of music." At that point, Florence had one eyebrow raised, curious to see what her planning partner had to say.
Kenneth
Naoto's eyes would light up thinking of the idea. "My my, that is quite the idea." He would reach into his obi retrieving a small notebook and pencil. He would open his book and begin to write. "Truly wonderful idea, Florence! A collaberation like this truly can't be ignored." In his note book he would be listing out several diffrent concepts. "Original music... Flowwing gowns and bright colors. My, this tuly is turing out to be an amazing festival! I absolutely love it." He would reach for Florence, taking her hands in his. "You truly are a beutiful soul, my dear." He would give a smiple faire le blaise, a habit he picked up in Kalos. "This will be my magnum opus, a vision that you have set in motion!"