Oh, I don't imagine that, either. You should have seen the scramble once the news broke. "Impatience" wouldn't do it justice.

[ Not that Maria has much of a say in these things either, bound to the contract of her label via a rather hefty deal. Red tape, as far as the eye could see, a bureaucracy that only bowed to worldwide crises of the supernatural variety. She'd been there for the coordination, though, and perhaps also the hope, that Kazanari Tsubasa would continue to make her mark overseas.

Rounding the side of her chair, Maria takes up the spot beside her, the vanity lights catching on her every contrasting color. The rose remains in hand, its stem twirling between her fingers. Deft, nearly knife-like. Running on the adrenaline of the show makes it a little easier to assume her edge, as surely as she knows how easily Tsubasa can cut through it with her own. But until she does, Maria is content with this, humming in thought. ]

One night is still plenty of time, however.