Even though she hadn't mentioned she'd come by, Harley wanted to. She always liked lounge singing and even thought about being one at point in her life. She sat down at a table at the far end of the front row. It was a bit shadowed by the lights that lit the other front row tables, but that's just how she liked it.
Harley listened with great interest as Heather sang. She also liked Barbara Streisand, and to hear one of her favorite songs lit her curiosity even more. She quietly sang along with lyrics to herself as Heather sang. Her hand patting in rhythm on the table in a quiet fashion with great enthusiasm.
After all was done and sang by Heather she stood up, cheering and applauding, if not a bit loudly toward Heather. "Whoo! Great darlin'! That was lovely!" She let out a sharp whistle.