Skylee was snapped out of her trance by the applause. She looked around and began to blush and freak out at the sight of all the people. She turned and tried to flee but was caught in the strong, gentle arms of Sam. It took her a moment to hear his words through the pounding of her heart in her ears. It was just a deep rumble from the wall of muscle her face was buried in, but finally the words began to make their way through to her brain.

"Hey, hey. Its okay," he soothed. "Pretty sure none of them bite and you can't blame them for being intrigued and loured in by the singing of an angel. That was beautiful Skylee!"

The blond could feel her cheeks burning with a blush. In fact she was pretty sure if she unburied her face from Sam's chest, her face would be as red as a tomato or lobster. She wanted to keep it buried to hide the blush, but another part of her feared that Sam's shirt would burst into flames from the scorching heat in her cheeks. Skylee finally pulled back enough to look at him with big, and slightly frightened, blue eyes.

Sam grinned with he saw her eyes. "That's better," he said brushing her blond hair back out of her face with a big, warm hand. "Now how about you give your audience a bow and then we can see about getting a drink or something? I will be right here by your side," he added when he saw the panic start to fill her eyes again.

Skylee nodded slowly and took his hand, before turning to face the bar after a deep breath to fortify her. She plastered a bright smile on her face when she turned, waving to the crowd before dipping into a bow. She scanned the crowd with her peripherals for any sign of disgust or dislike but all she saw was genuine enjoyment. Which surprise her as she had never really thought about herself being that amazing of a singer. Skylee sang for the love and pure enjoyment of it, feeling the words and emotions as they flowed through her body and out through her mouth.