<div align="center">Luc</div><br/>He laughed a bit, a sort of nervous sounding thing, rather than humorous. "Yeah, prodigy." He said it in such a way that denoted a dislike for the term. "Violin.  Been playing it over ten years, and never had a teacher. People make a big deal about it. I still say anybody could do it, if they actually tried. But, people instead make a big deal about how special and different and unique I am." And, judging from his tone of voice, he did not seem fond of this treatment, in any way, shape, or form.<br/><br/>He was like the Kurt Cobain of violinists. He played because he was drawn to it, played for others because that's what felt right... and he ended up with a whole heaping pile of fame, which he didn't really give two damns about. And people bugging him all the freakin' time. Hopefully here, amongst all the other geniuses, he can just sort of get lost in the shuffle.<br/><br/>"Maybe we could. Are you a Soprano?" He'd ask Summer as they walked along, thinking it might be interesting to play his instrument alongside someone else. Certainly better than a damnable solo. Those things always made him a nervous wreck.