Lydia did her best not to do as he suggested and completely melt in his presence. While she absolutely adored him and his music, among other things about him, she had to maintain some semblance of professionalism. If she let the dam break and gush forth as he wished, there would be no stopping her. She’d ramble on and on, stutter like a buffoon, and say things that she’d likely later regret, or not, depended on who she was talking to. But she wasn’t going to tell him any of that. Instead, she kept her smile and treated him to a nervous blush as he touched her side of the desk, reaching for her phone. Oh, he was so close. She could feel herself get ever closer to losing it. Even after receiving the autograph, though, she still managed to keep her cool. Instead she merely left it with a simple thank you for the present and for the compliment, expecting him to leave her presence for something, or somebody, more interesting.<br/><br/>When he stopped and remarked on his excitement for karaoke, on the other hand, perked her up a bit. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, and she felt a bit of anticipation for what clearly would be the night of a lifetime at the small bar. “I’ll make sure to be present for it.” Her voice, while usually calm in its tone, is now suddenly a slight bit higher in pitch as her toes curl inside her black heel pumps. “It’ll be some time before the machine is set up, I believe, but I know once there are a few more people inside to listen, the mic will be open for whoever wishes to use it.”<br/><br/>As Lydia joyfully explained this, Nalia had finally finished her cleaning. Wiping her hands on the dirtied apron, she groaned at the new stains of green and red. “Disgusting.” Her voice was a bit lower than her sisters. While it didn’t instill a relaxed mood, it did bring forth other, more mixed feelings of desire in those who listened to her. Those desires, of course, varied based on the listener’s preferences, sometimes it involved her, sometimes not. It all depended on the individual.<br/><br/>Still slightly frustrated, though relieved to be finished, she took off the apron and threw it in a nearby garbage receptacle. She didn’t feel like bothering with cleaning anything more that had anything to do with those two jerks from before. So, she went on her way, her short skirt swaying as she walked, towards the stage where she began setting up the mic and machine for the nights events.