Lucy had been zoned out playing and hearing notes instead of words while the conversation was going on around her. She heard rhythm and tone and emotion instead of sentences because all of that had begun to fade into the background. She was speaking back in the notes she played. A steady legion of low tones maching out from her battle axe. But the tones slowed down and sped up. 

But, truly, she was in and out of focus. Flitting between hearing phrases and feelings. Her arpeggios boasted of how she could beat any of her band mates in the realm of getting panties to drop. Her squealing jazz line replied lustfully when Candy hinted that she wasn't wearing any. She mocked Bach when Jack mentioned mocking a man in a suit. 

It was a hypnotic thing. She couldn't exactly stop, but eventually tapered off into a slow rhythmic pulse. And then she caght that look from Candace. Not the smile. The way the younger girl suddenly looked away with reddened cheeks. With that cue, the bassist slowed down further plucking out an imitation of a human heart beat for at least ten seconds too long before stopping. 

Finally back in a somewhat normal state of conciousness, Lucy was able to check the time. Doors were about to open. Everybody looked ready. And then the rhythm guitarist started jamming out with Ben. It was starting to seem like they might be opening their set with a jam session. 

She stepped back, watching, listening and ready to jump in if everybody else seemed willing to improvise for an opener tonight. If Candace and Ben got something good going, she might just join in anyway. It was a good night to make bold moves. And Lamashtu seemed hungry.