Rozas looks at her. "I don't think...I know." he says simply but stubbornly. "There won't be any others." he says sadly. "I'm not a popular guy at school. And as such...when I texted my buddy at the auditioning place...." he trails off for a moment. "Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. None." he says. Sighing a bit. "You think there would be someone who would jump at an audition challenge. Apparently...the only one brave enough to risk it...was you." he smiles a bit. "And I'm glad...because your EXACTLY what I am looking for." he smiles more.<br/><br/>Then blinks as friend texted. "There apparently is TWO other people. Guess gotta do this stupid thing your way." he almost literally pouts. He knew who and what he wanted was right here. In his grasp. So close yet what if it was also so far away from him? He blinks as she changed course. "Er...or we do it your way?" he says in a semi- laugh semi-questioning way. When they get there a guy runs over saying how chicks and ladies kept appearing out of nowhere. And Rozas lets go of her arm and looks at her apologetically with a save me look on his face.<br/><br/>Four hours later.....he was going to rip his ears off or something. Most of these girls were like nails trailing down a chalkboard. Painful on the ears and mind. He though shook his head. He was indeed like Simon off American Idol. Only he was more polite. And then finally the last finished up. "Thank you. You have talent but you need refining. I'm afraid for this...there is no such time. But I can see you going far in the musical world someday." the way he said it no one left upset or in tears.<br/><br/>He groans and buries his head in his hands. "Painful...so very painful..." he says to himself. Shaking his head. He gets up and walks over to Ms. Greyson. "Good. You stayed. That was the most painful period of time in my entire life." he says. Rubbing his temples. "As I said. Some of them had the talent...none of them had what I was looking for. They had talent yet you could see they just wanted me, in my pants, or the spotlight I could bring them. None...held the passion for music that I do..." he pauses. "....like you do."<br/><br/>He sighs. "Can I take you to the rehearsal place now?" he asks. Almost pleadingly. Without waiting for an answer he guides her out the front door and only then stops. Looking at her and waiting. "Are you ready for your first gig or not?" he asks. Crossing his arms over his chest. "I want you to be my other half. My duo to the duet. Please Ms. Greyson...I am going to beg you...please be my female singing partner."