When the song comes to an end, it’s followed by the sound of crickets.

They applaud wildly, filling the club with their chirping stridulations, and the band pause to soak in the atmosphere. The air is hot and moist; a storm gathers outside and already rain lashes down through the trees, torrential in its ire. Their fans are always most appreciative when the weather’s just right.

The ladybug strikes up a chord, and the crowd is rapt once more.