Her cheeks flush a deep red at the nudging. "Maybe after I see how this works," she deflects. "There's a lot of songs to choose from, after all, and I want to pick the best one."

It's not like she's going to admit that this terrifies her, of course.

While Harley and Majima head up to the stage to wait for their turn to sing, Amelia settles into a seat near the front, convincing someone to give up their good table with a few sweet words and a few refills of their drink. She watches Harley's number with rapt attention, not completely understanding the references in places, but enjoying it all nonetheless. Amelia's always enjoyed seeing the other woman dance when she's having as much as she is now.