[ Lestat knew Dorian would be enthused, but what he says about the more instruments we cover has Lestat particularly excited, because he knows exactly what that means; Dorian intends to ingest every sound, every combination, every production with the same kind of avid ferocity that Lestat had himself. He wonders how that kind of hunger might look on Dorian, how fascination might lift the darkness in his mind if Lestat were to compare, even if only for a few moments. ]

Yes, drums were always a something I thought of in brass bands or marching parades, I know what you mean.

[ He says it through laughter, but he's also got the perfect idea in mind to show Dorian exactly how music has adapted itself through time. Into his pocket he reaches one hand for the little earpieces attached by wire to his cassette player. He pushes it across the table. ]

This is a cassette player, inside is a rock album stored on a cassette tape. Don't ask me how, I only know very vaguely how it works and we can discuss that later, but if you press the red button, and then this one marked play, music will sound through the earpieces. Like a phonograph, only portable and sounding the music straight into your head. A private concert.

The seventh track, Red Hot, is one I recommend if you'd like to see how drums can alter the feeling in your very soul.

[ His eyes flash, clearly excited to see Dorian's reaction. ] You can listen now or later, if you can resist. But I have to know what you think.