[Ugh, right in the Achilles Heel. Luci positively glows with almost predatory delight-- she can't help it, she loves being adored as much as she loves being hated. A song is the sort of tribute she could really hold up and bask in every night. Oh she had her fan-bestowed zippos and love letters and panties and leather manacles that ended up all over the stage every night, but a song...]

You won't perform it until I can be in the crowd, right? [Luci shifts a little closer to Nariko-- seems natural.] Alec may bitch about how we're the best and everybody else sucks, but I don't play those reindeer games.