.Twenty Four.
:: Currently, Ran was in the dining cart, away from anyone else around. Rather than eat, she had set up some painting supplies on top of the table, intending to paint some glasses she had been meaning to customize. It was a good way to distract herself from the singing competition. Regardless, it had been an unpleasant experience for her and she was angry at the conductor for putting her through that experience. Grabbing a brush, she dipped it in some red paint and began to carefully dot it along the wire of the spectacles. ::