"In this case the company makes it regal regardless." Music Meister slides in, looping the cape around so it goes on his lap instead of being sat on. He looks out the tinted window, feeling his heart racing. He did not get stage fright, of course, but an impending performance always excited him. This would be perfect. He would be the belle of the ball, the star of the show, by tomorrow he would be headlining in the paper.