It's possible that Coco is enough of a distracting entity in herself, or that Daryl wasn't keeping an eye out in particular, but Lestat's own appearance in the club is an unexpectedly subtle affair. It isn't until the sound of piano keys and the lighting gradually changing that anyone particularly notices his presence, including those who could have sworn they were just looking in the right direction.
Spooks a few, but most only notice the shift in atmosphere. Likewise, the music wends its way through, slow but deliberate in its capturing of attention.
Lestat, like most of the performers who frequent the spotlight in the Demimonde, is dressed for the occasion. A black tuxedo shirt fitted to his body shows up see-through under the light, legs encased with shiny black material that probably requires some amount of peeling to remove, and tall heels beneath the piano attend to the pedals. The diamonds set into the barrette that pins his hair over an ear are probably fake, but who knows? Silver rings on fingers that dance across the keys, and eyeliner does very little to diminish vampiric blue when he flicks a glance aside.
The music changes up, taking on a more deliberate melody. "Je ne sais pas pour vous, mais je suis d'humeur à ramener quelque chose d'entre les morts," is spoken with great intimacy, even through a sound system that enwraps the floor. "Changé et peut-être mieux qu'il ne l'était. For our friends across the seas."
This rendition of I've Got You Under My Skin is only recognisably Sinatra in lyric only, melody changed, key changed, decidedly more dramatic than lounge music would otherwise permit. His voice is deep, full-throated, utterly unself-conscious while also consumed in itself. He doesn't really need the microphone, but he minds it. No sense in scaring the fishies.
It's not a performance that invites participation in song or dance, only observation, and the low murmur of conversation gradually dwindles as attention is won. Yes, for the talent, a novel display, but also Lestat makes himself the centre of a kind of invisible, dark gravity, inviting adoration. Possible to dig your heels in, of course, if you know to.
Less noticeable, the keying in of focus at the back of Daryl's mind. It feels stressed in here.
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Spooks a few, but most only notice the shift in atmosphere. Likewise, the music wends its way through, slow but deliberate in its capturing of attention.
Lestat, like most of the performers who frequent the spotlight in the Demimonde, is dressed for the occasion. A black tuxedo shirt fitted to his body shows up see-through under the light, legs encased with shiny black material that probably requires some amount of peeling to remove, and tall heels beneath the piano attend to the pedals. The diamonds set into the barrette that pins his hair over an ear are probably fake, but who knows? Silver rings on fingers that dance across the keys, and eyeliner does very little to diminish vampiric blue when he flicks a glance aside.
The music changes up, taking on a more deliberate melody. "Je ne sais pas pour vous, mais je suis d'humeur à ramener quelque chose d'entre les morts," is spoken with great intimacy, even through a sound system that enwraps the floor. "Changé et peut-être mieux qu'il ne l'était. For our friends across the seas."
This rendition of I've Got You Under My Skin is only recognisably Sinatra in lyric only, melody changed, key changed, decidedly more dramatic than lounge music would otherwise permit. His voice is deep, full-throated, utterly unself-conscious while also consumed in itself. He doesn't really need the microphone, but he minds it. No sense in scaring the fishies.
It's not a performance that invites participation in song or dance, only observation, and the low murmur of conversation gradually dwindles as attention is won. Yes, for the talent, a novel display, but also Lestat makes himself the centre of a kind of invisible, dark gravity, inviting adoration. Possible to dig your heels in, of course, if you know to.
Less noticeable, the keying in of focus at the back of Daryl's mind. It feels stressed in here.