@primordialruin: Is that the Queen of Hell? Vibing to the imp's percussion? It seems she isn't paying attention to whatever was going on in front of her as her head nodded in response to the pace of the drums.
Seems that he had yet to notice the tall, blonde woman that was joining in with the crowd to vibe with his public performance. After all, when one is 'in the zone', the rest of the universe around them is distant.
Only when his current set finished, and the crowd roared in thunderous applause (he didn't usually get standing ovations like this, so it was a welcome noise), did the young man finally get a good look at his audience... and the Queen herself was easily noticeable in the crowd.
Matt tried his damnedest not to guffaw at the sight of her. Well, it seemed that his eyes were not deceiving him when he'd seen this same woman spending time with his friend. He hadn't gotten a chance yet to broach his inquiry with Black Star as to how she met this woman, but one thing was for sure: he didn't have a clue as to why she seemed interested in his humble little routine, practicing his percussion for the meager cash that the occasional generous sinner would toss his way.
Prior to this, the most influential figure that'd seen him perform was... well... Alastor, the Radio Demon. But that's a story for another time.
Once the crowd had finally dispersed, Matt hastily stored away his 'equipment' (it wasn't much more three collapsible buckets, and a couple pots and pans, he was busking for the money, after all), and slowed his pace as he approached her highness, who stood at least a good two heads taller than him.
"Hope you enjoyed the... performance, ma'am..."
He'd also have to ask Black Star how she was able to be so casual with this woman, there was an... air of authority that Matt couldn't deny was about her.
