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Nov. 18th, 2025 03:00 pmAnd still... I was transfixed.
The New Azalea had been open now for nearly a year. More drinks poured than one person would care to count, more music cast out into the night air than I'd ever imagined. In New Orleans, the Azalea was on borrowed time, as reticent as I'd been to admit it.
Here, she thrived.
And here, there were nights when my eyes scarcely left the stage, transfixed by the spectacle of it.
Of Lestat.
Nearly a year of his performances, of watching crowds fall under the spell of the music and the spell of Him. He had no need for the Mind Gift; his stage presence enough to capture every eye in the crowd.
Every eye, but one.
I'd met Chrissy on scattered occasions, her position in our orbit impossible to ignore. With Eddie now a recipient of the Dark Gift, I imagined her life had grown more complicated. I refrained from reaching into her thoughts, even as I met her gaze from across the crowd.
The New Azalea had been open now for nearly a year. More drinks poured than one person would care to count, more music cast out into the night air than I'd ever imagined. In New Orleans, the Azalea was on borrowed time, as reticent as I'd been to admit it.
Here, she thrived.
And here, there were nights when my eyes scarcely left the stage, transfixed by the spectacle of it.
Of Lestat.
Nearly a year of his performances, of watching crowds fall under the spell of the music and the spell of Him. He had no need for the Mind Gift; his stage presence enough to capture every eye in the crowd.
Every eye, but one.
I'd met Chrissy on scattered occasions, her position in our orbit impossible to ignore. With Eddie now a recipient of the Dark Gift, I imagined her life had grown more complicated. I refrained from reaching into her thoughts, even as I met her gaze from across the crowd.
