She walks off of the stage slowly, watching her step as closely as possible as pale fingers clasp onto the neck of the violin --- her other hand carrying the bow. It's second nature to make sure she doesn't drop them; that she's careful. Yet that isn't what she's really truly paying attention to. Rae's eyes flicker among the swarming crowd of audience members, searching for someone she knew wouldn't be there. Yet that never stopped her from looking. Just in case. Now on the floor with everybody else, she holds onto the items firmly, standing still while people swarm about her. She has to wait for her ride to come find her --- after they're done making a fuss over their child. Which could take a long time --- parents were so obnoxious when it came to that sort of thing. Poor kids.