<strong>"That's fucked up," </strong>she said, the dirty word sounding a little quieter than the others but no less sincere.  She also made a note to find out who the girls were, but later when Mya wasn't thinking about it and might not tell her.<strong>"I'm rich, well I come from a rich family,"</strong>she said, deliberately mimicking Mya's choice of phrase,<strong>"and I've got everything.  Fancy clothes, spending accounts, trust funds, a personal assistant.  Clearly it's not helping my attitude at all, but at least I'm not calling people monkeys.  There.  I have one redeeming feature."</strong><br/><br/>Mary turned her head away, giving Mya a little personal space although they remained sitting almost in each other's lap.<br/><strong><br/>"Music scholarship?  I can see why.  And, believe it or not with what I said earlier, I picked <em>Scheherazade</em> because it's one of my favorite pieces on violin.  When I was in-"</strong><em>Sure, tell the poor girl you were in Vienna and heard Fabio Luisi conduct it and the Concert Master play it on a Strad.  Go on.</em><strong>"-another school, I heard it played and fell in love with it.  It's even on my iTunes." </strong>She reached across Mya, a little awkward, and got her iPad.<br/><br/>The music selection was typical for a teenage girl, boy bands and Taylor Swift and pieces picked up here and there depending on what phase she was going through.  Death Cab for Cutie and Slipknot and Rihanna all clashed and fought each other for attention.  But there was the piece Mary talked about, and she pointed to it as if it was important she prove it to Mya.  She tapped it into life and let the iPad's little speakers play for a bit before stopping.<br/><strong><br/>"I can tell them to find me another room,"</strong>she offered.<strong>"Daddy will pay for it."</strong><br/><br/>