<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>"Ahh, yes," he replied, nodding thoughtfully as he stroked his long beard.  "Immersive art.  I remember my attempts on the matter, using perfume alongside sculpture, attempting to capture the essence of the woman whom I was imprinting into the stone."  His eyes drifted off in nostalgia.  "She was so beautiful, and always carried the scent of lilac, so I felt that the sculpture wouldn't be complete without it."<br/><br/>His eyes snapped into focus for a moment, turning to Alan.  "Some will tell you to be a purist, to capture visual alone.  Morons!  Art will take you on whatever journey it seeks for you to travel, and those who falter and cannot allow themselves down the path will never be remembered as the truly talented throughout time."<br/><br/>Just like that, though, the mention of food distracted him once again.  "Hmm...I wonder if I have any licorice in my desk."  Just like that, he started heading out.  Not five seconds after he closed the door behind him, however, Cassandra's purse began to vibrate.  A merry little tune slipped out from within, clearly the ring tone for her cell phone.