"How old are you?"
"14."
"Ah, too young. Zats okay. I will make exceptions."
"Who are you..?"
"Ah, curiosity."
This guy was really strange. If it wasn't for his old age, I would've been sure someone ordered a truckload of sugar and dumped it in his coffee.
He walked in circles for a minute in deep thought, twirling his goatee. Then he came face to face to me with a very serious look.
"I am Prince Charming and I am here to save you from the horrendous boys at your school."
"... what?"
Did he just say Prince Charming? I hope not.
"Just kidding. I am Alexandre Jules Laurent. I am the ze 'edmazta (headmaster) of the Academy of Refined Arts in France."
"THE Academy of Refined Arts? THE Academy of Refined Arts that THE Vicent Mongruel Marcel graduated from?!"
"Oui."
"Oh my god, Oh my god. IT'S YOU!"
"Oui, it is me." Laurent said calmly, as if screaming girls jumping up and down in front of him was normal.
"Okay, okay," I heaved with a huge smile on my face. "Can I get your autograph?"
"Oho! I'll be wanting your autograph in no time, Katie. Which brings me into why I dragged you out here. I am here to tour the many universities, just for fun, and maybe recruiting a few people for our academy on the way. I was listening to your quartet and was wondering vhy you were not 1st violin. You are an amazing, outstanding player, just by listening to you. This is not even me vatching you. I want to recruit you to our academy. Will you join us?"
"Yes."
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2nd Movement
Teen FictionKate is a freshman in middle school who is constantly stressed about things in her life like academics and boys. She uses music to escape her constant worries and is asked to join a top notch quartet.
