Rozas listens to her sing. He sat down on the desk. Leaned back and taken up a Simon sort of positioning. His back leaning back. Yet when she sung out the first notes and words he sat up straight. He looked like he'd been pulled like a puppet string. Pulled tight so he was sitting straight. His eyes sparkling. As he looks at her. Listening and hearing her words echoing and ringing out all around him.<br/><br/>He watches her finish and he burst into a round of clappings. And then ceased that. And looks at her. And waits for her to relax. She was perfect. He didn't even need the headset microphone test. He knew what he wanted was right here in front of him. He looks at her. "I see." he pauses. And just listens to her talking.<br/><br/>He slides off of the desk. Takes her hand in his. Pries the paper from her finges and smiles. "Relax. That was beyond awesome Ms. Greyson." he says. Starting out with that. And smiles. The grin lit up his face and stretched all the way across. "Your perfect! Ms. Greyson! Your just what I was wanting. What I was hoping and looking for. And more!" he says in excitement.<br/><br/>He grins and pulls her arm. "Come on! We only have less than twenty-four hours for rehearsal time." he says. Tugging her out and gathered each and every flyer along the way. He looks at her and only lets her go once outside. "Sorry...I'm just excited. Hyped up. Off the chain excited." he says. Barely able to contain it all.