Harleen nodded. "A lot shy." She answered. Harleen had it so bad, that she couldn't help stuttering when she raised her hand for class when she was in school. She would get fidgety, and her heart would start beating fast. Harleen had a lot of talent in singing, only her closest friends knew that. Singing to be correct. Harleen couldn't dance worth a lick, but she could sing like Amy Winehouse and Beyonce combined. Harleen then grabbed Morgana's and Vaneita's hands. "How about we cure this stage fright...? We could do a trio song!" She offered, Harleen would probably feel more comfort if she sand with her friends.











