"Ahhh, shuddap! Keep on dancing, ya ravin' pixies!" she snapped, waving a hand through the air, then continuing playing. She growled under her breath, thinking that gypsies should be able to cope with her. She didn't need their moody attitudes. She should be happy enough playing on stage! Ha... well, if they really wanted to deal with her, she could give them a run for their money. She still had those frustrations built up from that gate incident; whoever the hell squealed about her presence. She had expected the police, not some black-cloaked thug.

Ah, the past is the past, right? Not like she'd hopefully run into the man again. She could only remember his eyes and voice. She skimmed the crowd, as if hto check that he wasn't going to be shooing her off the stage, thought she recognized this strange blonde... and her eyes held to him for a longer moment, but as it wasn't what she was looking for, her gazed move on.

That and it seemed like the ill-will against her was growing stronger.

Damn.