His desire to hear her voice, even if it was hidden by the idea that he wanted to make sure she could handle the spotlight, was cute. It was like he actually cared what her voice sounded like. He wasn't an agent. He was here for booze and probably a hookup. So why was he interested?
However, Emmy wasn't dumb. She knew that he had tons of money to blow. If he wanted to hear her sing, he was going to have to pay for it. "I bet $100 I can silence this bar with my voice." She raised her brow, challenging him to pay up. He likely thought he would be picking up her tab tonight (at least that's what most people thought). What he didn't know was that Emmy had the makings for the next great thing...she just hadn't been discovered yet.
Only once he had placed $100 on the table did she smile and ease out of the booth. She slowly went up to the guy controlling the karaoke machine. She whispered a number into his ear and he nodded softly with a smile. He knew this song was going to turn heads because she sang it almost every night.
Cutting all the drunk people in line, Emmy went up on stage as the light came down to settle on her. She stepped up to the microphone, her hand wrapping around the mic as if she had been doing this her whole (and truthfully, she had). The music began and Emmy began to sing Human. The bar was still a roar of conversation until her rich vibrato overtook the noise. "...but I'm only Human / and I bleed when I fall down / I'm only human / and I crash and I break down." When she hit the chorus, the volume became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. All the while, her eyes never left Christian.
When the song finally stopped, the bar roared into applause and whistling. She bowed softly before she went back to the bar, scooting in and taking a sip of her bourbon. She took the $100 and placed it quickly in her pocket.