Lucy's amps we're set up on stage already. She had been there and set up silently and then gone back to get her weapon of choice, Lamashtu. Drake wasn't the only one who named his instruments. It was actually a pretty common practice in her experience. Less common was her own take on it; of naming one's instrument after ancient Babylonian demon queens & blessing the instrument in their name.  

It wasn't unheard of among the metal bands she had been a part of in the past but it wasn't actually common, even amongst them. It seemed that most of those types despised spirituality and sought physical pleasure above all else. Lucy Fire was a bit of an oddity. Her stage presence was always a bit more solemn and intense than it was hedonistic and passionate. Not that it was as noticeable as the guitarists' or singer's. But then it wasn't supposed to be. Bass was a foundational instrument. Not a lead instrument. It was generally up to her & the drummer to keep the rythm, tempo & energy of a song moving in proper time. 

In the back of the building the metal chick prayed to and invoked the spirit of Lamashtu over her namesake. The time was upon her to deliver the pulse of the worlds lifeforce. After all, she reasoned, wasn't music the blood of nations if not entire civilizations? 

"I'm ready," she anounced to Jack and Landon as she walked out onto the stage, clad in black leather and carrying her savage looking instrument. "This is gonna be a good set. I can feel it."