Lestat is busy drinking rum and coloured liqueur and simple syrup through a novelty snowman straw so his response to Daniel is a mute bird flip, and then a pointing of approval at Jeannie. He sweeps his hand across to another table, where someone gamely suggests Bohemian Rhapsody, which gets a boo from the bar, which prompts some counter-jeering. More titles are collected, from Elton John to Taylor Swift, as Lestat goes to set his cocktail aside.
"Alright," he says, moving back to centre stage. "I've heard enough out of all of you. Maestro," to the DJ, who blinks, coming out of the fog they were pushed into.
No one had suggested Juke Box Hero by Foreigner, but nevertheless, this is the opening bassline that pulses from the speakers. An unconventional hijacking of the stage has drawn focus, peripheral conversations dying out to instead focus on the stage and replaced with a sort of anticipatory confusion. No lyrics show up on the screen just yet, but Lestat begins to sing anyway.
"Just like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing," is Stevie Nicks, key and tempo adjusted to his own voice, the backing track, and it diverts swiftly into, "Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan, riders on the storm," blending in the Doors seamlessly. He gets through snatches of Taylor Swift (a moody tribute to Shake It Off) and Madonna before the tempo and noise kicks in, pivoting to Joan Jett's love of rock and roll.
And so on. He is very annoying and front table is losing their shit.
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"Alright," he says, moving back to centre stage. "I've heard enough out of all of you. Maestro," to the DJ, who blinks, coming out of the fog they were pushed into.
No one had suggested Juke Box Hero by Foreigner, but nevertheless, this is the opening bassline that pulses from the speakers. An unconventional hijacking of the stage has drawn focus, peripheral conversations dying out to instead focus on the stage and replaced with a sort of anticipatory confusion. No lyrics show up on the screen just yet, but Lestat begins to sing anyway.
"Just like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing," is Stevie Nicks, key and tempo adjusted to his own voice, the backing track, and it diverts swiftly into, "Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan, riders on the storm," blending in the Doors seamlessly. He gets through snatches of Taylor Swift (a moody tribute to Shake It Off) and Madonna before the tempo and noise kicks in, pivoting to Joan Jett's love of rock and roll.
And so on. He is very annoying and front table is losing their shit.