A tangible silence grew from Jen's own side of the table after her initial deep and inspiring commentary. Surely conversation wasn't something anyone was interested in anyway, and this particular evening at the diner was turning out to be quite something else. There'd been two very good performances already, and it seemed as though the night had more surprises. Leaning forwards on her elbows lazily, she trails the red-haired girl up the stage with a neutral glance. Her expression shifts to an intrigued smirk as she realizes just what she was going to play on.

Open mic, perhaps not, but it was excellent all the same. Eased the blow for the future as well, as Jen sure wasn't going to sing when she went up there. Probably. She too rushed back off the stage in a self-conscious hurry. She seemed to have people to back her up though, which was something of a relief. Nothing to torpedo your budding skills faster than naysayers. She forgot to clap, though. Oh well. Needless ritual anyway. 

"Pretty good here, today." She offered conversationally to the pianist by her table, though admittedly she's not all that intent on carrying it further, attention already stolen again as she pieces together just whom is next from the eager gesturing of the MC and the guy standing up on the far side of the diner. Same guy that flanked the singer earlier. Still pretty hot. Maybe they were friends? Good musicians had a way of finding eachother, after all. 

His accent was rough, but when he (finally) started playing, it didn't matter. It worked. It sounded good. Great. What was with this night? Almost spellbound watching despite the lighter take on the music, she prepares mentally for what's to come. She [i]has[/i] to play now. There's just no way around it. The itch is in her fingertips, the beat is in her blood. She didn't bring her own instrument, but that wasn't really any major hindrance.

The guitarist drew his ensorcelling tune to an end, thanked the crowd and hastily beat a retreat to clear the stage, though he still seemed confident enough. Jen found she didn't clap this time either. Damn. Next time for sure.

After four solid performances however, a strange situation seems to have arisen, albeit no doubt only temporarily. The people normally up there screeching something about the total eclipse of their heart are sitting back. Stunned, awed or expectant. There is a gap in the roster, or someone isn't taking their chance. But where was that coffee? Neither the man who bothered her about ordering nor her coffee was anywhere in sight. Oh well. She may as well, then.

"Watch my seat." She murmurs over as she pushes from the table and mosies on over towards the stage in no real haste. The man in charge seemed to pick up on her intent, and introduced her after she murmured a hasty 'Jen' to him in passing. There was always a bass in here, though she'd be damned if she'd ever hear anyone use it properly. First time for everything, really..

Without much ado, she assumes a position on the same stool as the previous performer, lifting her chosen instrument up with careful preparation. She'd have to sing. Otherwise the song she had in mind would get tiresome. Damnit. Oh well. She'd get right to it, at least.

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With a centering breath she begins, quickly setting up a beat in what turns out to be a bass cover without the 'supporting' instruments. She'd keep the pace up and make something of her own with it. Played it too much in the past to fail. A little improv. She breathes a last sharp breath before offering lyrics to her little cover, a throaty, subdued version of the original. She doesn't really know if it sounds good. Does it matter? The beat sounds good in her head. The music flows. That's really what matters.

When her song comes to a natural end, she returns the bass to where she found it, and meanders off the stage in the same undisturbed pace, moving back for her previous seat with no intent of really listening to the crowd. But she felt good. She'd made her mark. Participated in this inpromptu music festival. That'd have to be enough.