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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Otto Hindel</span><br/><br/><br/>He liked to think that he was decent at socializing. A music teacher sort of had to be, otherwise he'd get incredibly frustrated. He took the hint, nodding at her skilled dodging of the question. When she brought up him calling her Hailey the last time they'd met, and yes, he did remember now, he looked away, his cheeks coloring slightly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Ah... well I've got a somewhat bad memory. I've heard that certain notes can help with that.</span>With a gentle motion, he brushed the strand of silver-purple hair out of the way. And then he stood. Slowly, but he stood.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Well, I think we've got a decent amount of time before the show actually starts. And since I seem to keep getting your name wrong, maybe we should figure out a little about your backstory.</span>Upon realizing that the conversation would be awfully one-sided if it was just her talking, and figuring that might make her uncomfortable, he added on something.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"We can exchange pieces. You tell me something, and I'll tell you something. Sound fair?"</span>One eyebrow cocked up cutely, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.