Playful, Latin-tinged folk-pop ensemble number that begins bright and rhythmic with acoustic guitar, shakers, hand percussion, and cheeky call-and-response vocals during the margarita-making sequence, full of wit and mischievous energy; tempo lively and danceable at first, with layered female harmonies and light theatrical flair, then abruptly shifts when the broom falls — instrumentation dropping into a low string drone, heartbeat percussion, and tightened minor harmonies; dynamics should pivot sharply from warm kitchen chaos to ominous, slow-building tension, with fractured vocal layering and sustained chords underscoring the line “the omen comes”; overall tone moves from joyful witchy cabaret to supernatural foreboding in a single arc, ending in a hushed, chilling unison that signals real danger has entered the house.