Rozas was himself wondering what he was going to do. He needed talent and fast. Not talent that would need growing. He needed someone with a natural ability and skill for singing. Yet where was he going to find a woman like that in under forty-eight hours? He snaps out of his self thoughts. Noticing her wrinign her hands. She seemed nervous about something....but what? He wished he knew.<br/><br/>He took note of her gulp when she looked at him. She seemed to be nervous. He was too though he didn't show it. His mind was racing a thousand miles a minute. Coming up with all sorts of possibilities that could be the cause of this needing to talk session. Ironically not one of them had to do with her secretly liking him. He waits. She seemed nervous. What could possibly cause this beautiful woman...who he'd had a crush on since he was a younger guy in early highschool...nervous?<br/><br/>And he noted she was starting to blush.<span style="font-style: italic">Okay...that is weird.</span>he thinks to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">What could cause a confident woman like Ms. Greyson to be nervous enough that she is blushing?</span>He mentally ponders on this. And then zones in on what she was saying. He nods his head. He had them everywhere so that didn't surprise him. What came after flier however...did.<br/><br/>He blinks and stays silent while he registers this. He pinches himself. "Ow...okay not dreaming." he mutters WAY too quietly to here. He looks at her. "You should Ms. Greyson. If your first thought is to go for it...don't listen to any other thoughts after it. Not where a passion of yours is anyways." he says. He smiles a tiny bit. And then returned to normal. He wondered what it would be like to hear Ms. Greyson TRULY sing. Not demonstratingly sing.<br/><br/>Aside from the small smile which could be attributed to the fact his flyer had been noticed...he was blank expressioned. He pulls out the last flyer and holds it up. "I didn't specify an age, status, or anything other than gender Ms. Greyson." he says in a gentle yet barely able to contain his excitement voice. He pretends to ponder.<br/><br/>"No. I don't care if it is a student or not. I want anyone who has a true passion for singing. After all...if there is no true passion...then the singer will not be able to play not only the music already out..." he pauses. "...but they will not be able to get into the beats to my own created tunes." he says simply. Blushing faintly at the fact he'd admitted that he writes beats and tunes of his own.<br/><br/>He thinks and then smiles. "Well...today<span style="font-style: italic">IS</span>a half day...which means...technically your school day is done." he thinks some more. "I'll take you to a studio I use for practicing. I'll explain details on the way there." he says decisively. "But first...I want you to sing this song." he says and hands her a lyric sheet. "I'm going to shut the door." he explains. "To amplify your natural voice and to see if your what I am looking for. Then if you are...we'll go to the studio. Hear how you sound with just the mike at first. Then mike and background music."<br/>(gonna use a youtube video for the song lyrics and so you know the song he wants her to sing. Its a short one. see end of post)<br/><br/>He looks at her. "This is really important to me Ms. Greyson. I need to find me not just a<span style="font-style: italic">temperary</span>female partner...this gig requires I have a duet partner. A backup singer for solo songs. And a duet partner for the other songs. And there will even be some times when I am the backup singer to my partner." his eyes shining. "This isn't a gig at a bar or a club. I already got me a gig in those sorts of places." he looks at her.<br/><br/>Eyes sparkling like there was stars in his eyes. "This Ms. Greyson...this is a gig bigger than those. Its a gig that will lead me and my singing partner higher and higher. So that one day...me and her can be the top dogs in the singing world." he sighs happily. "That is my dream Ms. Greyson." He returns from his daydream like state. "That is why...I am going to be worse than Simon from the American Idol television show."<br/><br/>He sighs again. "I need someone with a passion and true love plus desire to sing. Someone whose enthusiasm for music soars as high as my own. I don't want trained talent. I was raw natural skill and talent for singing." he closes his eyes. "I don't have time to coach or train someone. The gig is for tomorrow. Today is a half day because it is Saturday." he opens them and looks at her. Placing the music sheet within her hands. "So Ms. Greyson...sing this for me. Pour your heart and soul into this song...let me see your enthusiasm and loving passion for the art of song."<br/><br/>He looks her dead in the eyes. "If you nail this one then I am going to take you to the studio. Nail using hte microphone headsets...then I won't need to do auditions. I'll have found my duet singing partner. Now...this isn't just a one time gig Ms. Greyson. This gig...its a real deal gig. Meaning...there won't be any backing out or going back Ms. Greyson...only forwards."<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYicrKal_x4"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/TYicrKal_x4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>