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Yrael grins as she steps out from the bar and into the deserted alleyway and the New Orleans early evening. She glances over her shoulder to see Liz and Nikola follow her through the door, which closes behind them.

"We've got a while before I have to be there for my gig," she grins at them, "so I thought I'd show you around the French Quarter."

Since, and she may be ever so slightly sheepish about this, she hasn't gotten around to doing so before.

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Nikola finds himself watching the audience more than Yrael. Seeing their reaction to her singing is intriguing, and he smirks in amusement.

Liz is caught not knowing who she really wants to watch more, Yrael or the audience so at times there's a very cat-like bounce between the two. She's is definitely loving the show though.

Bianca laughs as the applause dwindles into attentive quiet. Not silence, of course, not with a gathering this large, but relative quiet.

"Hello, New Orleans! It's good to see you again!" She calls, grinning toothily as the band behind her starts up an up-beat, driving intro, more of a song you can dance to. "So glad you decided to join us, tonight - I'll make sure you won't regret it."

The crowd gets a wink before the musician launches into the next song. One can see the audience get pulled in quickly, as certainly as if Bianca was pulling on a rope around their necks. The beat is driving, the words entrancing, sung sweetly as honey but with all the irresistible force of gravity. She had insinuated her way into their minds with the first song, breaking down their defenses - now she takes full advantage, pulling them into desire, into the ache in one's heart and one's throat to move in the world and feel the world move with you.

It doesn't take long before people are getting up to dance.

"I have sent you my invitation, darling-
A note inscribed by the fire of living.
Don't stand quietly-
I don't want you to leap up and shout,
"Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!"
But don't just stand quietly - get up and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
Spiralling down into the ache within the ache.
And I will show you how I reach inward
and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own.

Don't tell me you want to hold
the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you can stand up and abandon yourself
When you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Don't tell me a story of who you are,
See who I am in the stories I am living.
Don't tell me how wonderful things will be...
...some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
moving in yourself and in me and in the world,
each moment and into the next-
and the next and the next and the next..

Take me to the places that pull you to your feet,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet
and the stars overhead
make my heart sing again and again.

Dance with me, darling, in the infinite pause before
the next great inhale of the breath
that is breathing us all into twisting, turning being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside but from within.

No need to shout, "Yes!" you idiot,
Just take my hand and dance with me."

He can feel her voice working, well familiar with it by now, though that doesn't stop it having the intended effect on him. He resists for the moment though, simply smirking at Liz as he watches the rest of the audience pulled into Yrael's song without even realizing what's happening.

Liz too feels that tug all too well, but like Nikola, knows what it is and where it stems from. She smirks back, raising a brow at him that reads 'when you're ready'. She doesn't need to be pulled by a Yrael to dance, she likes to even without the pull, so she's just watching the audience and waiting until Nikola is ready to dance.