Finding this opera house had been quite interesting, since Hamel had a pretty bad sense of direction and could not be bothered to stop and ask somebody. He finally found the place and stopped for a moment in the restroom outside to make sure he looked good. Cape pressed. Hat securely in place. Violin nice and polished.

At last he approached the grand doors to the concert hall and flung them open dramatically, stepping inside. "You here yet, Midget-chan-chan?" Hamel yelled across the theater. His echoed through the seats and the stage as he stared up at the chandelier, drawing his bow from where it hung at his belt. "Unless you were too much of a coward to face the music!" Oh. Hey. That was a good one. Hamel paused to commit it to memory.