captivating

At first I couldn't hear the sound above the noise from the street, and I thought the lady was dishing out bus tickets, or maybe using some alien-invention to rumble new potatoes. Then I heard the haunting melody that came from the magic hurdy gurdy. It had already mesmerised the other people in the bar, many of whom would never speak again. In order to break the spell, the secret words 'What you having, luv? must be uttered. Beginning to fall into the hypnotic rhythms and glaze over with interest, I quickly took my leave, before my internal organs turned to pie and peas. This, after all, is Folk Week.