Something in the song grabbed at Utau. Rather than showing it, she smirked and took back the mic. "This is the song that impresses you?" She would have preferred to have heard it a second time, knowing what she was listening for; but she'll make due. "Alright then." One breath and then she launched into the very same song. Oh, it wasn't perfect, but it was good enough that she could fake it till she could make it. She gave it her own flair, making it her own not so much by choice, but by stubbornness, because she refused to stop and admit she had lost even a single sound, so what she didn't have, she embellished. It wasn't the best ever, but wasn't terrible either. She had nothing but her music, and she would put her all into it.