"You go on in five minutes, five and not a second later." Aria growled through the door, her hands gripping at her clipboard as though it was the insubordinate musicians throat. Up until now the jazz festival has flowed without a hitch, music swelling through the streets of Bindlebrim - hypnotic and, admittedly, incessant. Aria took credit, perhaps more than due, for the smiles on the faces of the children as they bounced through crowds, cotton candy in hand listening for once to something that wasn't on the Frozen soundtrack - not that she didn't try to convince Sergio to duet with her whenever possible.
She stomped away from the trailers, her dainty hands balled into fists so tight she could feel the blood drain from her knuckles leaving them as white as the bones that hid beneath the skin. Hearing the sound of scurrying behind her, she groaned. Musicians were really useless. "Five minutes or I will rip your tongue out of your mouth!" Her threat came out as a whisper slipping between her clenched teeth.
Turning toward the person, her hair flipping as she spun - she formed a perfect O with her mouth realizing it wasn't who she thought at all. "Sorry." She smiled waving the clipboard in the air as if it explained it all away.
