[ Even though Lestat has heard plenty of times that his band concept is cool - or whatever choice word the youths in the 80s chose to describe it - it always feels a little sweeter coming from someone who isn't only saying it because of the thrall, or because of the way he looks. It's always good to be seen by someone who loves the music itself, because that alone is the reason for it all in the first place.

But ah, small towns. Lestat has no love for a place so cut off from the thrum of city life, only sympathy; like Eddie said, they miss out on so much, and Lestat has felt enough for one lifetime the desperate desire to run away to the nearest city so that he could really start to live.

Clearly, Lestat is delighted to hear Eddie also has his own band, but not even remotely surprised by it. ]

What a name. I'm sure you would have found your spotlight eventually. You have talent, and more often than not, that is what most hopefuls lack… and then there's the passion for it, but I can see you clearly have no issues there, either.

[ Lestat takes the opportunity to remove his guitar and prop it up by the amps - he may be a celebrated rock start, but he won't be caught hogging the spotlight for longer than can be considered elegant. Or at least that's what he claims. ]

But you're right, of course. In many ways, this place is a second chance. Obviously, our respective bandmates are absent, but I'm delighted to find so many musically inclined inhabitants. Perhaps we could make something work together here. [ A little laugh. ] I promise not to take the title this time.

[ Then he studies Eddie again. ]

Do you only play the guitar, then?