A pause, as he considered. His name was up next, and... as he felt the desire to perform, to show off, just a little building- there it was, a pulsing percussive beat that was soon joined by a bass, just at the edge of hearing.

"Hamuko, right? Just a favorite from an artist I used to listen to. American, but it's hard to find really good jazz this side of the Pacific."

A sting of brass joined the background, as the lights dimmed, and he couldn't help but wink. "I think you asked after some of the details of how it all works, didn't you?"