She huffed, letting the heavy backdoor of the club slam shut behind her. Kaera Matshida didn't seem like the sort that would go to seedy bar, let alone be the manager of a band or singer. Barely at adult height, she wore a simple little sun dress that looked like she belong in a 1950s kitchen. Around her wrist was several bright pink glow bracelets, her girly guilty pleasure about these sort of events. When she wasn't task managing, she could be caught twirling glow sticks around in the dark and giggling as if she were fourteen. Tonight wasn't going as planned, though. Then again, things rarely ever did seeing as her star never deemed it worth his time to show up as scheduled. The part that made her the most mad was that it was his ONLY job! Show up, sing, done! Kaera handled the rest. From making sure the stage was set, the crew was there, that the nights were booked and paid. He was two hours late. The owner of this less-than-fine establishment had already complained at her three times about the business he was losing. Stage crew walked out an hour ago, which meant everything was going to have to be done.. with that technical word she couldn't think of, because she was too mad to think! Now she was reduced to staring at the back door with a clipboard in hand. The minute he walked through, she was going to throw it at him.