"I've got your bit," he said. "It'll be familiar."

He grabbed for a spiral notebook with his flowing script lining the pages. The lyrics were, indeed, familiar. They'd written some of it together, long ago. Willy had filled it out, changed the tune a bit, but the part designated for Nyx was the man's own words.

"Let's go in the booth while the guys finish up and we can warm up?" he smiled, eyes bright with excitement.