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Yuu looked down at his hands, lost in himself, but still listening. He heard Ian say something about not knowing he was here for, but then he jumped out of his own thoughts as Yin walked in late. He looked up and stared at him. Before he realized it, he was staring too long and fixed his glasses, looking away quickly. He soon went back to his own thoughts, reciting sheet music that he memorized. He closed his eyes, imaging himself playing his violin before coming back to reality as his imaginary concert ended. He lifted his head and looked around at all the people in the room. He wondered what had got them here. He himself remembers why he was here. He wondered if he was the only who actually knows why they are here. His parents want him to speak and get better education. He needs to stop his pain obsession and stop getting distracted. He fixed his glasses again and fiddled with his violin case. He so wanted to just get his instrument out and start playing, but they needed to speak about their problems and their opinions about life. He didn't really have an opinion himself, but either way, how was he going to speak it? I don't like talking...

The violin player found himself looking at all the people in the room again, staring at Masa for a minute before looking back at Yin. He turned to Cleo too, but found himself back at Yin. His hair was really distracting.