Panel 1: After
the Coffee House, Junior Fellows are milling around in one of my
inexplicable white voids, probably located somewhere in or near the
Davies dining hall. Marie has approached Casey.
Marie: Casey, that was amazing. I never knew you played the violin.
Casey: Thank you. I've...sort of been hiding it.
Panel 2:
Marie: Why?
Casey: Oh, I don't know. People make such a fuss about it...want me to join quartets and so on.
Panel 3:
Casey: Fact is...I don't read music. Not a note. When they find out, they treat me like a freak of nature.
Panel 4: Barbara pops up behind Marie.
Barbara: So...like I treat you.
Casey: Well, yes, but you're a special case.
Alt-Text: Ah...the eternal war between the Classical Musicians and the Improvisers...
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