*grins* No, but seriously? When are we going to see you at the Virtuosos?
...why did I ever think you had good taste in music?
*reaches for some tortillas and is busy dipping a chip in the salsa dip, waving off the dire warning that Nico makes it hot* You made me what I am, Ehtello. Remember that. Anyway. It was less about the music and more about the atmosphere. And the leather trousers. *munches her salsa-laden chip and promptly starts coughing*