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Johansen rushes into the main room, nose firmly planted in Donald Grout's A History of Western Music. Suddenly, he pauses, tosses the book into his backpack, and looks around for his next class.
Which...is no longer right down the hall.
How odd, he thinks. He's been at the Academy for nearly four years, and has never seen anything like this place. Ah, well. At least he'll have more time to study. He plops himself into an open armchair and sighs.
"Does anyone else feel weighed down by the burdens and expectations of history?"
Which...is no longer right down the hall.
How odd, he thinks. He's been at the Academy for nearly four years, and has never seen anything like this place. Ah, well. At least he'll have more time to study. He plops himself into an open armchair and sighs.
"Does anyone else feel weighed down by the burdens and expectations of history?"