As was to be expected--at least, among the members of the Tenth Pantheon of Re'klet--once the word had reached Aila that there was a music festival in Jawan, she vanished like Sairahiniel's císte cáise seacláid caramal at the annual holiday dinner for the Pantheon. Aila's mind drifted to that treat for a few brief moments--here in Evelon, it was referred to as a turtle cheesecake (and she couldn't understand why they called it "turtle" to save her ridiculously prolonged life!), but she had decided that, hands-down, Saira still made the best one--but it was soon brought back to the present when the sound of an orchestral excerpt interrupted her thoughts.
"I know that tune..." Aila said, snapping her oboe out of thin air and walking over to the orchestra that was performing the song. When the director saw her--her dark purple performance dress, her hair pulled back into a delicately-shaped bun, and of course, her oboe--she flagged her down.
"Pardon me, madam!" she called. "You wouldn't happen to know this tune, would you?"
"I do, actually," Aila replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, we're short an oboe player, and--"
"Name the part, and I'll play it," Aila said, winking. The orchestra's director smiled as she held out a stack of papers to Aila--labeled Oboe II--and pointed to the empty chair in the orchestra.
((The excerpt which Aila hears starts at about 8:06 in this clip.))