Most of the band had stopped to eat, paper sandwich wrappers all over a low table. Willy was fussing with his guitar, his sandwich untouched, ad smiled brightly when Nyx entered.

"Taking five," he said. "I told them you'd be here soon."

He rose and crossed to him, leaning in near his ear.

"The drummer is outside having a smoke. He might come in his pants if you look at him," he chuckled.