Loss affects everyone differently. Some let it consume them, others use it as a reason to live life to the fullest. Others take everything as it comes and does the best that they can. One seasoned artist, one new crowd favorite. She's had his attention since she was signed. He's had hers since the spotlight started shining on him. * * * * "Sorry," Kouper says firmly pressing his phone into his thigh through his pants. "I didn't mean to impose its just...It's surreal meeting you." Lyla raises her chin and little and a smile begins playing at the left corner of her mouth. "Thank you," she replies. "Though, I can honestly say I feel the same way." "Uh," Kouper mumbles. "What?" Lyla fidgets but once she's settled her little smile returns. "I've been looking forward to meeting the person with the clearest falsetto I've ever heard." Kouper sighs audibly and grin washes over his face, his eyes lit up and all. "That's high praise coming from you. Thank you."