"She's quite something, ain't she?" said the barman, smiling as he fetched the drink, and tapped the remainder of the order into the little pad he had tucked into a pocket of his apron. "Her name's Marie Laroche. I've told her she ought to try and make it big, with talent like hers she'd go all the way to the top. Says it's not her thing though, she likes doing what she's doing."<br/><br/>He looked around the bar before replying. "Usually when she's singing, you can't move in this place. Course, this ain't her regular night. The band I had book for tonight cancelled on me an hour ago, and luckily enough she was in, offered to step up. I guess once word gets round that she's here there'll be the usual flood."