This is the first practice session where he's been in her dressing room. He's not entirely sure what had influenced him to approach her before. (Not true. He knows exactly what it was, but is loathe to admit it.)
He steps through the gap in the wall, taking in the room for a brief moment.
A nod. "Of course." He doesn't quite wave a dismissive hand, but his tone may indicate he might have, "You needn't worry about Carlotta." It's vague and possibly threatening, though he doesn't actually have any plans to do anything at the moment.
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Date: 2020-04-26 07:04 am (UTC)He steps through the gap in the wall, taking in the room for a brief moment.
A nod. "Of course." He doesn't quite wave a dismissive hand, but his tone may indicate he might have, "You needn't worry about Carlotta." It's vague and possibly threatening, though he doesn't actually have any plans to do anything at the moment.
"Begin your warm-up, please."