A bellowing laugh escaped Johnny's lips. She looked so frazzled that Johnny just couldn't help it. It was going to be tough keeping a straight face after that, but Johnny tried to compose himself. He was trying to act like a professional talent agent. They were hard asses. That was all he knew. And really, if she couldn't handle little old Johnny, she wasn't ready for the big guns anyway. Think Simon Cowell, he thought as he entered the room.
It was littered with chairs and stands for sheet music. By far, this was one of the most relaxing rooms in the entire school save for perhaps the art room. And here was Emily looking like she was about to be executed or asked the million dollar question on a fast-paced game show. He plucked out a chair and stationed it in front of her, still giving her enough space to use as her stage. "All right, superstar. I'm ready to be wowed. As they say in the old days, hit me with your best shot."