"Oh reaaaally? Doc Samson," ha ha ha, she set her glasses back on her nose and laughed at herself. Silly girl, she thought all of her jokes were funny. They really were not. Maybe that one about the mushroom who walked into a bar, that was gold baby.
Lydia sighed and set her hands on her hips. She began to fidget. Her back sort of needed to be popped so she twisted right then left then leaned back a bit before stretching her arms up above her head.
"Sort of. I went to school for it, for music anyway. I got this gig singing down at Le Chat Noir Jazz Club, it's pretty sweet... ha, maybe Apollo did come through because I got the gig, you know?"