The half Veela wasn't at work for once. It was an odd night at the Borderline and he wanted to sing for fun, not for supper. That mean The Viice and their weekly shindig, hullabaloo, musical blow out. Some people were incredibly talented, others were more passionate than talented. That was fine. Music was a release and not everyone had the time or talent to be really skilled. Rather than be snobby about it, Damien applauded anyone with the courage to try.
Of course, he was cocky enough to think himself the best, especially as he and his honey colored guitar took the stage.
"Evenin', everyone. This is called Sins...hope you enjoy it.."
He gave he crowd a flash of a charming smile, more Charm in it than necessary, and began the fast opening riff. He played with the stage version of the song instead of the radio version, letting it feel more like entertainment than performance. He was here to have fun, not just work the stage and the crowd. He glanced up during the chorus, eyes meeting the American's, of all people. Damien grinned and winked, much to the delight of some of the patrons.