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Part-time violinist and full-time procrastinator, Jackie Picot, has a total of five problems after only the first week of starting Battersea, University of London.
1) Her flatmate keeps having sex with a bloke Jackie knows will eventuall...
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ADAGIO ASSAI.
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"Jackie!"
Stopping in her tracks, Jackie looked over her shoulder at a familiar face jogging over to her. The foyer of the Antonin Artaud Building was crowded, students milling out leaving and heading for lectures and seminars. Through the many windows of the front, the sun shone through a small slit in the thick layer of clouds that covered the sky, shocking some of the students who were on their way out. However, Jackie did not pay notice to the weather outside, as the elegant dark-haired girl walked toward her suddenly sparked a couple memories hidden deep within her.
"Wynter." Jackie said, remembering the smile of the girl that had checked her in when she arrived at Battersea last September.
"You do remember me." Wynter's voice was so light, so very welcoming, that Jackie was quickly reminded of why she had felt a little better after talking to her last year.
"Of course." She said, not really know what else would fit.
"How's everything? Second year killing yet?"
The corners of Jackie's mouth tipped upward. "Almost. It's very close to. Sprained my ankle a week-and-something ago, and I'm already dreading the exam in Ensemble II in December. How about you? Third year awful?"
"I mean, I could've been better, but it could've been worse, you know?" They both laughed a little. "Anyway, I know this is super random, and you're allowed to tell me to bugger off if you're not feeling it, but I was going to ask you a favour."
Jackie nodded, telling Wynter to go on.
"In my Professional Independent Project I have every single instrument and vocal I need, but I'm missing a violin." Wynter explained, looking nervous as she started rubbing her cheek, eyes boring into Jackie's. "I was wondering if you'd maybe help me out with that?"
For some reason, it hadn't occurred to Jackie that she would have to write, compose, and perform her Professional Independent Project next year. She would have to send in a proposal to her Head of Department (the Head of Music) for a piece in March, get it accepted, and the get a supervisor whom she had to meet with before the summer to discuss further progress. Though Jackie did not know much about the final year project, she could only assume it wold take up most of her time and exhaust her to no end. Wynter seemed to already be running on 3-hours of sleep, a dozen cups of coffee, and restless nerves. The thought of this being Jackie next year made her want to drop out of uni altogether. It was scary, the final project – dissertation, if you will – because it was 50% of your whole grade when finishing university, which made it a very big deal. A lot relied on that project. A lot of responsibility. And Wynter wanted Jackie to help.
