Thrasher Malone grinned, looking into the window that led to the booth just outside Mac's office. You couldn't hear anything through the soundproofing but you really didn't need to. Mac Tiernan on his drums was a sight to behold, sound or no sound. Yke had once told her before Mac had been forced to flee his home town and had been hiding out with him, he'd essentially relearned how to use his entire body by going out and whaling on anything in the junkyard near the house. He'd come far beyond that now. She'd seen him actually do a different rhythm with each hand before- something that still fascinated scientists dedicated to mutants because it should have been physically impossible -but at the moment they worked in perfect sync with each other.
One of the kids who had been running around Amen while he played piano came up to her and tugged on her arm hopefully. Thrasher obligingly lifted her up so she could see Mac through the window too.
Lux passed them with a grin and crept up to the office door, sticking the overhead mic just inside the doorway. The store was suddenly filled with a deep, complicated rhythm quite unlike any other. Mac had a gift for hitting something primal in you, it seemed to go right through your body sometimes, the way Lux's voice did.
Thrasher didn't recognize the song but Lux, Sandro, and Amen clearly did because all three of them started singing along, which got cheers from the crowd.
At a brief pause, Mac reached up to still one of the cymbals and Thrasher saw the moment of confusion cross his face as he caught the singing. He looked around and blinked when he caught sight of them through the window. The girl in Thrasher's arms giggled and waved and Thrasher just smiled. She saw Mac chuckle and shake his head and, good performer that he was, move to finish the song, ending it on a final clash of cymbals and bass. He stepped out of the office with the mic in hand and gave it to Lux with a stern look that didn't reach his hazel eyes. "Get back to work."
