Carnival: Sadie M & Damian W + Open
It'd, admittedly, taken her longer than it should have, but a sense of time had never been one of her strong suits. It didn't help matters any that paranoid thinking took root somewhere along the way and she had to skip to find a place to soak her hands. The last thing she needed was to get up there and not be able to play. That story was all well and good when told over coffee about a girl, t'was not a darn thing funny about it when it came to what might actually count as honest to goodness work.
After all was said and done and the girl was quite sure she scampered her way back. What a lovely thing it would have been too, his gift for moving people like a blade through water. Small and agile were more to her advantage here and she found herself twice as glad she stretched this morning when it came to weaving the crowds in a rush. Obvious patrons were skipped over as needed, weaving through until she saw what she presumed was someone who worked for the place. 'Course, she'd been flat wrong and looked a might bit mortified for a moment. A thousand apologies and a second try later however, and Sadie would be on her way. Off to the side and out of the way like, dipping through the flaps of the tent a little red faced and puffed.
A quick step to compose herself and bright blues would be turned to settle on the cigarette smoking shape she could only assume was the man in question. a quick scope of the situation, that he was drawing and looked none to pleased, pulled a knot up into her throat. Sadie didn't get the jitters often, but just then? Just then she'd swear she'd been made of ice. It wasn't even really Damian's fault either, just the gravity of what this meant and how she'd been thinking all week seemed to catch up to her in a split second.
It would be the second time today Sadie was grateful she was light on her feet, as she was able to dodge it in a quick shake of her head and get right back to bouncing on her toes in his general direction.
"Hello." Careful to speak clearly, to bury an accent under about the same level of practice she'd put into that violin. "I'm Sadie, are you Damian?" Hand was politely stuck out, all ready to be firm if it was taken in a shake. Though her version of firm was probably a might bit laughable, the confidence would hold if it was taken. "Sorry if I kept you waiting. I got a bit taken in by everything. I've never seen a carnival that sits in one place before, or one that seems to have so much on offer."