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[Sat in the courtyard playing the piano]

[looks over at Emily from where she's stretching nearby] Every day it gets more and more like 'Fame' here.

[She stopped playing for a moment, leaning forward to rest her arms against the top of the piano] I love it here, people just start playing together. It's amazing.

I feel like I should bust a move whenever I walk into a room. Still, could be worse.

I think people just like to express themselves, most of the people here came from school's where it wasn't cool or hip, or whatever they say, to be artistic.

It's like one big delayed orgasm of creativity. [which somehow manages to sound like she's agreeing with her]

What about you? Was your school like that?

[She's just going to turn very red at the word orgasm and clear her throat]

Not exactly, no. Music's like second nature where I'm from.

[That doesn't go unnoticed and gets a little flicker of a smirk]

Must be a nice place to come from.

It is, yes. My parents were always supportive when it came to music, they said it makes a person more interesting to have a talent.

Ah, mine are more of the washed up and bitter variety.

I'm sorry to hear that.

[shrugs] Yeah, it's tragic, feel my pain, blah blah.

Anyway. I'm assuming you have a name, right?

Emily Love.

So Emily Love, what do you do here besides impromptu piano performances?

Do? Oh, right. I'm studying music performance and creation, you're dance right?

[raises an eyebrow, surprised Emily knows that] Yeah, contemporary. And you can call me Theo, by the way.

Your clothes and posture give it away, plus the stretching.

Very attentive of you.

Thanks, I think.

It's a compliment. The vast majority are so wrapped up in their own little bubble of future stardom that other people don't exactly register much. Beyond 'nice ass' or 'cute purse' or whatever.

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