"If i was in your position, I'd just sit down with him some place quiet, and play twenty questions. Get him to tell ya why he did what he did. Who knows, maybe he had good intentions?" He shrugs. "I don't know the guy, so it's hard to say, you know?"  He offered weakly.<br/><br/>"Keep at it, and you'll be those things... if you want to, at any rate." He sighed again. "Personally, I'd rather do with half the fame and attention I get. It's stifling. Their's a good reason why stars--of any sort-- tend to burn out." A thin smile continued to adorn his face as they walked around the music building, his eyes constantly roaming and roving about, drinking in the details and the layout.<br/><br/><br/>"Hmm. Do you think that they'll ever do, like, a masquerade ball or dance of some sort in the school?" He suddenly sounded lively again, and the smile turned into a delighted, impish grin. "Wouldn't that be neat?"