The distinct clacking of heels had all of a sudden become very prominent.
Just endless, repetitious - clack, clop, clack clop, clack, clop - it felt almost like the gallop of a horse... a very grumpy horse at that.
Though I can't really think of a valid reason why a horse would be this upset, but since we aren't referring to horses at that moment... well, let's just say you don't have to be a prestigious detective gal to make a real good guess.
The finish strum of a guitar, the climatic crashing of cymbals, and suddenly from all around, the small booth erupted in roaring applause, cheers, and whistles resounding left and right, as a springy girl clad in blue took a bow, lit ablaze by the glow of the LCD right screen behind her.
"Thank you, thank you!" She declared breathlessly on the mic. "So who's next in line now? Any volunteers?"