When Avarel arrived and the warm up was done, he examined a pile of sheets indifferently and came up with a "What were we to do today?" Thinking he darn knew what was in line and was just faking this attitude deliberately, I sighed slightly and craved for shoving that apathy in his face as soon as possible. A baritone raised his voice going, "Long Train Running!" and Avarel nodded as if he'd just remembered... "So.." he began turning to me "Shall we?" He pointed everyone to take their seats and pointed with a grin at the podium the piano was upon.