Erik winces as the rehearsal picks up and gives a frustrated sigh. He wraps a little gauze around her arm with a shake of his head.

"They are off-key again." He growls. "The piano in the chorus room must need a tuning again. Or that Diva needs to be sacked. Which is it, do you think?" There was a dangerous edge to his tone as a mischievous look sparkles in his eyes.