No more than something energetic might be yours, I'd guess.

[ she kicks her feet to the mellow beat, leaning against the bar. ]

They're not popular to sing, so I don't get to hear them often... but I think they're pretty human. Some of the belters are pretty sad, you know, and they always seem to come out a little lighter when their hour or three is up! Misery's better with company, right?

[ or so it goes, and music does the same thing. malkuth sips at her drink, then rolls her head back at vergilius,

caught, for a moment, by the light's effect on his eyes, her cheeks shading red thanks to the alcohol settling warmly in her body. a remarkably beautiful crimson, just as she'd written. ]

... They're sort of comforting, in a way.