That's why she'd come to the hall. Later tonight, as the sun went down, she'd make her way over to watch the colored fountains, which were set to music, but she had another sort of music in mind for her afternoon. Two days ago, as she'd left, she'd found a young black pianist in one of the nearby saloons, along with a band he'd put together. She'd convinced him to bring his music inside the Fair, certain that others would love it as much as she had. And since this hall had a piano, as well as a fountain of red wine, it had seemed like the best place to set young Mr. Joplin and his band up.
Except there was already music playing when they'd arrived. And it was quite lovely, it really was. The violinist was amazing. But it wasn't the sort of thing that she wanted to hear. All she really needed was the piano, and since they weren't using that, Bast suggested the band roll it outside. Apparently others thought that some sort of demonstration was going on, because they all started leaching out of the hall as well. By the time Bast had Scott and his band set up outdoors, most of those that had been inside were now outside. Which was perfect. An audience would be fantastic.
She gave the young pianist a nod, and he began to play. And it wasn't long until she had a good number of people dancing as well. It was hard not to, really. Jig-piano was rather infectious. It just sounded fun, so it was hard not to move to it, and Scott Joplin did it better than anybody else she'd heard. As she moved through the crowd, letting her influence leak out over those around her, Bast smiled. It was going to be a good party after all. Just look, other gods were even joining in, that's how awesome the gathering was. She gave a magnanimous wave to let him know he was welcome to join in her fun.