[ Lestat is off nattering in someone's ear right up until the moment he hears those unmistakeable chords, and his head spins around like a dog eagerly hearing the summoning whistle of its master. He peers through the crowd, and though his vampire eyes make it easy to see that it isn't, his little fanboy heart is sure that if he squints he can see Jimmy Page himself up there with the guitar in hand. The same hairstyle, for certain, if the wrong colour and the face slightly too young. No matter.

Lestat is at the side of the stage in moments, just as much a member of the small cheering crowd as any, and only approaches onto the stage itself once the song is over. ]

I've never felt so alive-- [ He coos. If only Eddie were aware what a silly thing that is for Lestat to say but, anywayyyyy. ] You play like you owe the music your life, I love it.

Tell me- do you know any Black Sabbath?