Haven't seen too much of my favorite marrieds in here lately, and that kinda bums me. Or burns me. Take your pick.
It's not as though they don't know where to find me. Even the bad guys know where to find me. The Princess of Darkness has been in here twice in the last week alone, sucking up Cosmopolitans and the ambience. Never sings, though. At least, not on stage. I think she thinks she's too smart for it. Doesn't want to tip any hands that might point right back to Angel and friends.
I'm like your better therapists. I'd never spill beans like that. Unless it was a life-or-death thing. Which, with Wolfram and Hart, it usually is.
So, could be she's got the right idea. It's not like I'm going to toss someone out on their ear for not singing, after all. Even when maybe I should.
The only one of the regular cast of the Hyperion Follies I see in here all the time is Oz, bless his fuzzy head. Gotta teach that boy that there is music beyond all things rock and roll, though. Maybe wean him onto a little Neil Diamond. I bet his honey could sing the hell out of "Forever In Blue Jeans"...