It was a shame he was too shy to sing when he was sober. He had a beautiful accent with good looks to accompany it. His voice was rich and unpolished, but Emmy liked that. While the agents might not, she wouldn't mind hearing it time and time again on her own. A beautiful, unpolished voice was almost as good as sex to her.
At the way she waved the glass at Joe, she rolled her eyes and looked up at him. "You should be kind to Joe...he does a lot for me and for this place. A little kindness goes a long way." Joe had helped her out from time to time. He knew she was homeless and he knew how much she struggled. That's why he gifted her drinks and time in front of the agents. He knew how much that could change her life. He cared about her...in a way most people didn't. She would stand up for him for all the times he had done the same for her.
She looked over at him as his eyes met hers. She had seen the way he stared at her. He was captivated by her voice or her body, as most men were. He wasn't a record label owner, but he had money. At one point in her life, she would have scoffed at anyone who compromised their morals for money. But now that she was homeless, she had to talk herself away from working the corner.
At his question, she signed as she took the glass of bourbon and finished it off. "I come here to sing in the hopes of getting an agent. So yes...I'm alone. It's more for business than pleasure." Though, from the looks of it, her agent was not in the crowd. It was just another bunch of drunk guys hitting on her.