The beat was a good one and Amani waited to get a sense of the music before beginning to move. It was slow, at first, and Amani let that work for her. She stopped being a soldier, and turned into a dancer. The music helped... it was exotic, and it reminded her of home. As the music got faster so did her movements.

Her knives flashed in the air gracefully, sliced back and forth, clashed with the tambourine. At some point the spike in her hair flew out and it tumbled down around her like a black cascade. She continued to dance, although her visibility was limited.

As the song drew to a close, Amani slowed into her final stance, automatically going into her training stance and holding the swords horizontally. She was sweating.

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Gem barely glanced at the newcomer, staying focused on keeping the music smooth and strong. Settling an ear on Robert and an eye on Amani, she leaned into the music, letting it carry her off to faraway places. It helped that Amani was such a beautiful dancer. A little militaristic, but what could you expect from a golly? It was still smooth and graceful, and a little intimidating. Just like a good dance should be.

As the piece came to a close, she set the flute back down in its box to rest and took a deep breath. It felt good, playing again. She'd been bartending so long she almost wondered if she could still perform in front of others and when it counted for money. It felt very good indeed.

The dance was something interesting.
It was sensual, it reminded of the atmosphere of the Mukulu Islands. And it fit well with the rythm, offering hints at possible variation, making it for an intersting interplay between the dance and the tambourine. And Gem's flute work was adding to the sensuality of the thing.

And yet, Amani was a golly. An armed golly. The young musician could see her swords flash, her them crash, and feel the dancer's field as she moved, a fearsome combination of things that, in a normal time and place, would have make him keep a careful distance.

But he had to admit that only added to the performance. The mix of sensuality and danger made the act even more troubling. He had intended to compliment Gem on her flute sound, but the only thing he was able to do now was shiver, and force himself to slowly turn his eyes away and toward Sarinah, seeking her opinion. He had completely missed the new arrival.

And he missed his bigger drums. They would have provided a better sound for the rhythm, much more solid, while freeing a lot of sonic space in the flute range, for Gem to be heard better. The critical listener part hidden under his emotive musician brain was still able to note that, coldly, undaunted by all the emotions fighting on the surface.

Sarinah nodded to Robert as he entered, glad the musician had come after all. At least she had two band members. They might have friends they could scrounge up...if things went well. Gem's flute was beautiful, tempting, the witch could see herself dancing to something wrought from her lips. Glancing at the staircase, she sighed, before looking back to the stage, her mind in two places at once. Before she could settle in to watch the galdori, a spray of water hit her back.

"What th-" She said softly, turning to glance at the man and the bander in the doorway.

"Hesta kov, no pets inside, ye chen. Especially wet pets." Turning back to Amani, the brunette had not recognized the guitar wielding musician. As she watched the dark skinned woman sway and twist, she rested her chin on her hand, nodding slightly and tapping one foot in time to the beat. Her brown eyes watched the movements for sensuality, originality and all the things that would keep men coming back. The golly was good, there was no doubt of that, and once her hair cascaded down her back, she was quite the looker. As the dance ended, the wick sat back, slightly intimidated by the stern and stiff pose Amani pulled. That might be distracting...then again...some patrons liked a little domination.

As all eyes seemed to turn to her, Sarinah crossed her arms, thoughtfully biting a nail. She could feel the mugrobi's field from here, and that was a little worriesome...would others be put off by that? Glancing at the mishmash of people in the Hingle, she was pretty sure the Rose didn't care if she was a golly or a human.

"That was benny, ye chen? Ye can dance chip, ent no worries there. Maybe ye are a little...scary?" She paused for a moment, before smiling lopsidedly.

"But that ent a bad thing. Could do good with some of the more grabby patrons. Thats something we don't encourage. This is a dancing house, not a tumble house." Turning her smile on Gem and Robert, she nodded.

"And your flute, thats some fine playing. I ent heard a flute in a long while rosh, I forgot how seductive it can be. And ye," She pointed to Robert.

"I know ye can play more than a tamborine, but the accompliment was perfect. Wasn't to much but didn't leave me feeling like it lost anything. Beautiful." Tapping the table, she shrugged.

"Unless ye have any objections, I would gladly like to have you working here. We can discuss pay if ye like, and accomidation. If ye have any other talents, we can talk about that too. I need someone to help behind the bar, and the kitchen. I think ye might have to wait till my...partner is able to discuss it with us further though...I..." The dancer trailed off and frowned at the staircase, before shaking her head and looking at them with a smile, embarassed and unsure of what else to say. She couldn't set a payrate without Tristaan, it seemed improper, but these folks were definitly hired, if they wanted to be.

Tito tilted his head toward door and looked at the bander. "Well, you heard the lady, mate." The dog practically wilted as it nosed open the heavy door and stepped outside. Tito set his guitar case down against a wall, and lifted the heavy clasps. The the faintest pop accompanied the opening; it was satisfying in a way. Casually, he shifted his raincoat off and threw it by the door. "I hope the auditions aren't over, it was such a trial to find this place in the rain..."

Thin fingers wrapped around the neck of the guitar and reverently pulled it from the case. A strum or two and a quick adjustment later, Tito struck the first chord and jumped into the fast-paced song. While it wasn't the most challenging things he'd ever played, it was definitely something a provocative women could move to. At least Tito was enjoying himself, as he slowly swayed out of time with the music.

(song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzqfE0qh ... re=related)

Gem grinned, glowing at the praise... And especially at the offer of a job... and lodgings. If I can get out of the Blue Umbrella... She grinned, chewing a fingernail in thought.

"Oh, yes, I'd love to discuss it when you have a chance... at least once auditions are through, I suppose," she said, realizing that the late entry had begun playing a guitar.

She eyed him jealously, chewing on the inside of her cheek to keep from letting it show. If she could afford a guitar, she would have played it for auditions as well. But that won't be as much of a problem now, will it?

She had to admit he was good, but that just made him competition for the phosphor light... But then, she didn't suppose he could sing lyric soprano, so she was one up there.

Sarinah listened to Tito play quietly, closing her eyes as she nodded her head a little, putting the music with movements. It did work well, and sounded vaugly familiar. As it ended, she turned to the guitarist, pursing her lips as the familiarity loomed more.

"That was nice, can I ask who ye might be kov?"



Looking back at Gem, Sarinah smiled and nodded.

"I can say that ye have a job, ye chen. But for pay, I don't mean t' make ye come back, but I really need my partner here. He's co-owner, ye chen? If it ent to much trouble, can I entice ye t'come back in about two days time? I'll even provide a good hot meal and whiskey, oes?" Throwing her brown gaze at Amani, she nodded once, then to Robert.

"Ye two as well."

"I go by more th'n a few names. But for most it's Tito the Purple, at yer service, luv." Tito removed his hat with a flourish and dipped into an embellished bow. With a wink, he straightened up again and looked around at the other players. Between the winds, percussions, and strings, they could get a right good miniature orchestra going on; already the wheels were turning in Tito's head. That is, if he was accepted by Sarinah.

For a moment, Tito recalled their last meeting. While they had left on good terms, there had been a few awkward moments and slight misunderstandings. However, if her benny kov was around, Tito figured there wouldn't be any problems there. He knew how to keep his hands out of the cookie jar just fine. And by cookie jar, he meant the small cloths of a rosh that was already spoken for.

A steady job would be good for him. He hadn't been truly settled anywhere since he had been booted from Vienda.