Master of Puppets gets a chorus spot, shared with Paradise City, an unlikely pivot to Hey There Delilah and Hallelujah into the next verse. The sense that a coherent song could be formed from slightly less songs is there, but clear joy being had instead in climbing his way through the various melodies, lines blending together, some left broken and unfinished in favour of a musically more pleasant transition. Most songs collected from the audience are stitched in, and a host of ones chosen by himself as he pleases. Kiss, Bon Jovi, Hendrix.
Lestat is, in an unironic sense, having fun. Shines under attention, whether it's appreciation or amusement, and sneaks some looks to his table of varied friends (and servants), a breath of a laugh fluttering between words into the mic when he catches Daniel cheer. Casts a smile back to Louis, thinks too of other such moments, playing in the Azalea, in their parlour. He is also a little drunk, which helps make this a pleasant experience instead of sad nostalgia.
He finishes up with the lyrics that belong to the track, showing off by matching Lou Gramm's vocals, a dramatic collapse to his knees on the very last strike of percussion. The Vermonter crowd cheers. It'll probably do some rounds on TikTok. He purrs his thank you into the mic before sliding down off the stage, sweaty and strutting and definitely insufferably pleased with himself, with some of the dignity stolen out of the moment when he skips the last few feet over.
His hands land on Louis' shoulders from behind. The DJ is saying something that they all only get one before he's turning the car around, and that was it.
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Lestat is, in an unironic sense, having fun. Shines under attention, whether it's appreciation or amusement, and sneaks some looks to his table of varied friends (and servants), a breath of a laugh fluttering between words into the mic when he catches Daniel cheer. Casts a smile back to Louis, thinks too of other such moments, playing in the Azalea, in their parlour. He is also a little drunk, which helps make this a pleasant experience instead of sad nostalgia.
He finishes up with the lyrics that belong to the track, showing off by matching Lou Gramm's vocals, a dramatic collapse to his knees on the very last strike of percussion. The Vermonter crowd cheers. It'll probably do some rounds on TikTok. He purrs his thank you into the mic before sliding down off the stage, sweaty and strutting and definitely insufferably pleased with himself, with some of the dignity stolen out of the moment when he skips the last few feet over.
His hands land on Louis' shoulders from behind. The DJ is saying something that they all only get one before he's turning the car around, and that was it.
"As you can tell, I was indecisive."