“With the cocky smile she had taken for her stage persona, she looked the audience in the eye as she chopped out rhythms, bounded up on Lisa’s drum rises, down to rejoin Monica at the microphone for a chorus, down again to the dance floor to play a lead break among the club’s patrons. Her spandex was soaked by the middle of the first set, her hair wilting in spite of its coating of spray, but still she moved with energy, grinning with a surety and an openness that would have startled her fellow students at the harpers’ school.”
Book:Gossamer Axe