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Vinh Troung

French-Vietnamese Hip-Hop Cello Rap. It's going to be a thing

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a character in “Oeuvre”, originally authored by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ, as played by RolePlayGateway

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ImageFull Name: Vĩnh Trương
Nickname: Vincent (preferred), Vinh (neutral), Vinny (please stop)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Major: Music, emphasis in composition
Partner: TBA (they better not put me with another Asian)
Appearance: Standing at 5'9", Vinh is the tallest of his family but short compared to other men of his age. He often gets shit (although in an affectionate manner) from his friends but he takes it in stride by pointing out his superior musical talent. He isn't physically fit, mainly relying on his lack of an appetite and constant stress to keep him skinny. Exercise isn't an option to him, but that's more to a lack of motivation than physical limits. It's hard for his body to gain muscle and even harder to maintain it, as his soccer club friends will attest. His only physical strength comes in the endurance that he gained in his two years of soccer at lycée/high school where his team regarded him as the "prince of keep away." He could dribble and juke the ball for days on end, but if someone on the street looked at his pale, dark-ringed face they would only see a Vietnamese nerd with a very plain sense of fashion.



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ImageAn "outgoing introvert" would be the best way to describe Vinh. He's animated, social, and easy to talk to but at the same time, he needs to be by himself once the party is over. He puts on the mask of someone who is willing to make friends but truthfully he has trouble doing so without the help of others initiating the conversation. He keeps to himself both in and out of the classroom, not due to lack of interest but shyness. Though he puts on a nice face, it becomes quickly evident that he'd be spending time in his studio were it not for his friends dragging him out to parties. He hates being in the company of people he doesn't know and shows it by hanging in the background. Most of the time he prefers hanging out with small groups if not one on one.

If someone does break through his (rather weak) shell, one will find that he can be a ball of emotions. Easily entertained, but also easily annoyed, he is honest about his feelings and will be quick to say if he feels like something is stupid or if something is brilliant. It's harder for him to actually do anything about it as he doesn't enjoy conflict so he either changes the subject after venting or deflects with a joke since it's usually easier than breaking ties. He redirects that negativity onto the soccer field or into his music where it can't hurt anyone and tends to think that it makes for the best music.

Often, one will find him pouring his negative feelings into the latest video game or puzzle as he has quite the affinity for solving things or getting him into situations that seem nigh impossible to redeem. He acknowledges the contradiction between wanting to solve "fake" problems while avoiding real world issues but his reasoning would be that people don't always have a situation, or if they do, it tends to be messy. Unlike games or riddles, the right answers are rarely so clear and sometimes those answers even come with terrible consequences. It's too complicated, even for a game lover like himself.

Likes: Music, Video Games, Soccer, Math, Puzzles
Dislikes: Drawing, Sleeping, Bicycles, Conflict, Free Time



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ImageThe Troung family immigrated from Vietnam in the wake of the war between the United States and Vietnam, escaping on a boat and making a home for themselves in Paris. Granted, the initial immigration didn't go well as his parents needed to start from scratch but their bilingual status and his father's talent in cooking allowed them to open a Vietnamese-Chinese fusion restaurant in Évry. Since then, it's had enough success to open up a chain in Lognes and Torcy, meaning that Vinh had a stable financial background. It was hard work, but stable despite being in a very fickle business.

As a child, Vinh often came home little free time due to the fact that he had balance his schoolwork with helping out at the restaurant. At first it was little things like washing dishes, but as he became older his father wanted to teach him the general operations and even how to cook. Unfortunately, Vinh showed no interest in business and his cooking aptitude extended only to making eggs in three different ways. He couldn't conjure the instant charisma that his older brother possessed (although he was doing much better than his younger sister) nor could he fake any once his years of childhood cuteness wore off. That left him with two options: force himself to learn or find a new field.

He went with option three: push himself socially while finding something else. He'd only been known as "that kid with the Pho (pronounced 'faux') place"; however, that changed when he met his best friend and collaborator, Aldric Beringer. Aldric acted as the more social of the two, introducing Vinh to his crew and giving him confidence to meet others. They were both homebodies, they both played soccer at a minor level, and they both played video games. Granted, Aldric was more studious and Vincent preferred slacking but if either were busy Vinh could call upon his music or his newly made friends. After the disaster that was his cooking, his parents decided that he would sign up for the school's soccer team instead and sharpen his skills in making music.

He'd been in love with the cello and violin since he was young and that love only grew as he listened to more and more music. EDM, classical, hiphop, they all acted as small pieces to the bigger puzzle that was his music style. He loved blending the old with the new, traditional instruments with hip-hop beats and unorthodox instruments with seemingly normal songs. It even came to the point where he would actually follow Aldric's friends to raves in order to introduce himself to new styles. His teacher recognized that and introduced him to the possibility of majoring in music as well as some potential schools but his parents were less than open to the idea. Though they recognized his talent, they felt that his talents would be better utilized as an engineer (funny enough he scored very high in math).

Well when there is a will there is a way.

Despite learning French in their younger years and immersing themselves in the culture for nearly twenty years, they still leaded Vincent's oldest brother to help with some forms, allowing Vinh full control over his college applications. In addition to UC Berkeley, MIT, and a few French schools he also applied to ENSB, being accepted by nearly all of them, except MIT. Aldric on the other hand, got accepted to a university in Berlin (one that Vincent hadn't even thought to apply to) and accepted immediately which left Vincent with a tough decision. Betray his family and accept ENSB without telling them or go to Berkeley. He decided to talk the decision over with his brother and then his parents, making the case for his passion and drive.

After hours upon hours of talking and more yelling than Vincent had ever done in his entire life, his parents agreed and he sent in his acceptance.


Hex Code: #C88141
Face Claim: Tomoki Kuroki from Watamote
Username: ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

So begins...

Vinh Troung's Story

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Music Major | #C88141 | Residence Sarrhail
They did pair him up with another Asian! How could they? Well actually it was very simple. Out of the five people Vinh could be paired up, two were Asian which gave him a forty percent chance of being stuck with an Asian and given the chance between something desired with greater odds and something undesirable with lesser odds God loved giving him the undesirable option. It wasn't like he was repulsed by the idea but rather that he'd basically been paired up with Asians his entire school life even when they had nothing in common. At the very least this person was from Korea so he supposed that he could learn a thing or two about her country.

Dragging his rolling suitcase around, Vinh tried to find his room but instead saw some people in the living room. Should he forgo finding his partner and just talk? He looked at phone before frowning and shaking his head. He wouldn't know what to talk to them about and these sorts of things were better done in groups anyway. He found his room and knocked on the door a few times (perhaps hoping that Choon-Hee was already in there) before unlocking and finding a near-empty room. It seemed that she hadn't arrived yet so he had free pick of both bed and closet. Did he want to be by the door or closer to the walls? Did he want the right side of the closet or the left? He didn't particularly like being by the door as it meant more disturbance when coming in and out of the room (as well as his mother's old tales about feng sui), but it also meant easier sneak outs (not that he would be doing much of that in college).

"You know what? Screw Mom. I'll sleep by the door if I want to!"
he exclaimed as he tossed his backpack onto the bed.

He took to unpacking his knick-knacks, laptop, posters, and decorations but gave none of that love to his clothes which remained inside of his suitcase. Vinh wanted his side of the room littered with posters of various video game characters and musical figures. His desk would be equally littered with paraphernalia, but have enough space for his cardboard box which housed most of his equipment. Even though the school provided its own studio he loved his equipment to bits and the last thing he wanted was for his mother to rifle through his drawers while he was off in ENSBA.

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#EE105A ✿ FC | Kaori Miyazono ✿ #0076A4



Adeline watched from her spot on the couch as other members of the dorm began arriving, most either ignoring her or not noticing her at all. Someone with blue hair. A brunette. An even taller person with blue hair. Adeline watched them all, not creepily, but out of boredom. Her cell vibrated and she found texts from her sisters.

In replying to her siblings, Adeline missed the black-haired figure that passed by her, barely hearing the opening of a door upstairs. "Miss Baudin?" She hung her head over the back of the couch and smiled up at who she assumed was Erza Hart.

"Oui! Ce'st moi~"

Adeline closed her phone and shoved it in her pocket, hopping off the couch and skipping over to where her new roommate was. "So, you're Erza. Your name is another version of Elizabeth or Elsa and means 'God is my Oath,' but from what I can tell, you don't really seem all that religious, though I could be wrong~"

Smirking slightly, Adeline took a bow that was more for show then for honor, making it seem as fancy and sarcastic as she could. She laughed as she stood back up and introduced herself. "My name is Adeline Baudin, you can call me whatever you like. My first name means 'Little Noble' but I doubt you'll find me as noble as that sounds, I'm really more of a rebel. Its nice to meet you, by the way!"

Adeline spotted Vinh going up the stairs, and would have said hello to him, but figured her new roommate was priority and she could talk to him later.

It wasn't until she looked back to Erza that she started to take not of her appearance. Masculine. That was the first word that came to mind, and not in a bad way either. Erza was actually quite attractive, and though her sense of style was much simpler than she was used to, it wasn't even close to unfashionable.

"Ah! I didn't know which side of the room you wanted, so I didn't unpack yet."

Skipping up and into their room, Adeline spun around in a circle to face the door and smiled. "I don't really mind where my stuff goes, so you get first pick~" Humming quietly, she walked over to her suitcase and sat down on it, turning to her cell as to not put pressure on Erza for speedy choosing.

So far this Erza girl - or guy, it was too soon to tell how Erza wished to be called - wasn't so bad. Adeline's previous roommate, an upperclassmen named Genevive, had been a bit...well, annoying. She'd known the woman since her sister Anette was in High School, and ever since she'd first met Genevive the woman had been dating guy after guy after guy. Adeline doubted that Erza was of the same stature.

From what Adeline had been told, Erza was a Double Major, with both Theater and Music. It was interesting that someone would be able to juggle two different career paths while still having a social life. Well, not that she really knew if Erza had a social life, but assuming she did have one, it was interesting.

"I hope this isn't too forward or anything, but I hope we can be friends."

Adeline hadn't ever had too any real friends in her nineteen years since her mother had always kept her busy with the violin. She hoped Erza would be her first.



The setting changes from Résidence Sarrhail to Paris, France

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Female Day: Belle
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Dialogue | #BDA0CB
Thought | #87CEFA



Heels clacked loudly against the concrete of sidewalks, not in the least bit rushed as Belle made her way into the wrong direction. Oblivious, although having lived in the country, and the city itself, for her entire life, the street signs and sounds of cars whirring by still managed to get her turned around. As dizzying as all the noise was, she wasn't the least bit disoriented and happily clacked her heels against the crack in the side walk, feeling that there was something stuck on the left heel. When she was satisfied that whatever it was had been removed, she continued her way onwards into the unknown.

It took another hour of walking, a stop off at a coffee shop, three thrift shops, and two boutiques, before Belle finally decided that if she took any longer reaching her destination that it would be nightfall before she reached it. While she wasn't at all concerned about being a lady walking the streets of France at night since she could easily handle herself if need be, she was more focused on the issue of not getting to greet her roommates. Surely, the foreigners would be exhausted from their long day. It was just a pity that they would probably be too tired for her to show them around the town (as if she knew where she'd take them anyway).

Hailing a cab, Belle pushed in her large suitcase, the kind that looked as if it could contain at least two bodies if she were the, er, sociopathic type. She hauled it into the cab with ease, stretching out her arms to give them a rest after spending the day wandering around aimlessly. The cabby was happy to take her to her destination, even going as far as shaking his head and denying her money when she they arrived. While Belle was flattered, she still tossed the owed amount in the man's direction, thanking him for the courtesy, and dragging her suitcase along with her towards the building.

This, she thought, gazing up at the building in question, the place she would be staying for as long as requested, the place where, hopefully, her dreams would be realized, This is the place.

When Miss Belle arrives, she arrives in style.

The door did not simply open. There were no polite knocks, no creaks of the hinges when she turned the knob. Rather, Belle purposely, quietly, subtly turned the knob so the door would open just enough, and when she was sure she wouldn't knock it off its hinges, she kicked it straight it. There wasn't a single sign of hesitation as it crashed against the inside wall (thankfully, only leaving the slightest of marks, as this was a practiced initiation and a perfected one at that). Seeing the people inside, her eyes glistened with glee at the very prospect of getting to meet new people. Not just people- Artists!

Oblivious to any current conversations being held, Belle did what she did best and claimed the attention of those in the vicinity, her voice loud, bright, and booming as she greeted the others. "Bonjour, mes gâteaux sucrés! Miss Belle has arrived to the floor. I'm excited to meet you all, especially the newcomers." And by that, she meant the foreigners, of course.

Belle circled the room, swiftly and excitedly shifting from one person to another to shake each hand, taking one of the other's in two of her own. She grabbed them each by the shoulder, greeting them with a kiss to each cheek, finally settling back to the door when she was finished to carefully shut it and grab her bag. With her suitcase in hand, she gave them each a curt wave, smiling ear to ear. "I'll be back in two clicks of these heels to collect names."

Truth told, Belle did just as promised. She found her room, dropped of her suitcase, heels, and scarf, and paraded back into the main room, opening her arms out wide. "I'm so late! Mes excuses! I want to meet each and every one of you by name- Oh!" She paused, scanning the room to see if she could guess the answer to her next question. When she couldn't, she curtly clapped her hands together. "Which one's my lucky partner? Don't be shy, we have to meet right away!"

The setting changes from Résidence Sarrhail to Paris, France

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.....................................Choon-Hee Song
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As the plane approached its destination to the city of love, a young Korean woman plastered her face against the window next to her. A soft smile crept to her rosy lips as the decent beneath the clouds revealed more of the beautiful scenery. The sky was blue, the clouds were stretched like pulled cotton, and the city below was sprawled out in entrancing geometric shapes. What a day to start a new adventure.

After moving at a snail’s pace through customs and retrieving her luggage, Choon-Hee Song exited the airport with a spring in her step - overwhelmed with excitement to embrace her new home. The hustle and bustle of Paris reminded her of home in Busan, South Korea, just without the salty air from the sea port. People and cars rushed past, unaware of the curious young woman watching them with growing amazement. She had never been outside of her own country, never been exposed to a different culture in such an intense manner, and to think she was blessed with the opportunity to finish her studies in one of the most famous cities in the world! Her exhilaration could not be contained.

Seeming to forget that she was due to arrive to the student apartments, Choon-Hee clutched her powder blue sunhat to her head and hurried off to explore the wondrous new city. Shop after shop lined the enchanting cobblestone streets enticing her with beautiful handmade bobbles and trinkets. Her large rolling luggage clacked against the cobblestone loudly earning confused looks from the locals, which the young woman did not appear to notice. Absorbed in her own amazement, she wandered about the streets taking in all of the intricacies of the ornate architecture and the vibrant culture surrounding her. Only the smell of freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery snapped her out of her trance, as she became aware of her monstrous hunger.

After purchasing a scrumptious chocolate covered pastry from the bakery, Choon-Hee seated herself at a small table outside to admire more of her surroundings. The multicolored boutiques across the street humming with people, the sweet sound of fluent French buzzing in the air, and the chocolaty goodness of the pastry combined into a serene sense of happiness. She must capture this moment. Digging through her backpack, she gently retrieved her beloved Nikon camera, secured it around her neck, and then proceeded to snap photos of the street and the people walking down it.

Suddenly Choon-Hee’s attention turned from the whole of the street to a singular figure. A woman cut through the crowd, striding confidently in heels, dragging a large luggage in tow. The scene’s aesthetic resonated within the photographer – she must act quickly before the moment was gone forever. Like a lioness readying to pounce, Choon-Hee lowered herself to get a better angle. Her brow furrowed in concentration. There, perfect! Her camera snapped multiple times, capturing the scene in a pristine manner.

As the woman became only a blot in the distance, the photographer triumphantly straightened herself and proceeded to investigate her prize. The soft smile returned as she flipped through her recent photos, pride swelling within her especially when viewing the newest snapshots of the mysterious woman.

Choon-Hee’s musings over her handiwork were cut short after the atmosphere began to turn from a bright blue to a soft sleepy orange. Looking up into the sky, the young woman started in realization that night was approaching and she had no idea where she was in relevance to where she needed to be. She fished her phone out of her backpack as she returned to her seat by the bakery and typed in the name of the apartments where she would be staying. The phone reported back that it would take around fifteen minutes by car to arrive at Résidence Sarrhail, prompting a frown from the student. While Choon-Hee would never pass up the opportunity to take a walk during a sunset, she was beginning to feel the exhaustion from the long flight creep up on her. She quickly hailed down a cab, relieved when she was able to rest her aching legs for a little while.

Once she arrived at the apartment building, Choon-Hee paid the driver with euros and a polite “Merci” before he waved goodbye and proceeded to his next customer. The young woman then began to make her way up to door 301, excited but also somewhat nervous to meet her new roommates. She wondered how it would be like to live with nine other artists – like living in an intense bubble of creativity. When she arrived at the door, she searched again in her bag for her key, noting that a number of voices could be heard from within. As usual, her lollygagging caused her to be late, but at least she had gotten some good shots during the day. The door opened with a click of the key and she dragged her luggage over the threshold and then quietly shut the door.

Many of her new roommates were gathered on the main floor introducing themselves to each other. Before introducing herself, Choon-Hee took a second to scan each new face. A light-haired man stood looking into the empty fridge, a short blue-haired woman was investigating the kitchen, a tall ginger-haired man was curiously leaning backwards under the microwave (was he smoking?), a dark haired woman was standing in the doorway addressing someone, and – wait, what? The young photographer’s face flushed slightly as she recognized the woman in the living room; she was the confident woman Choon-Hee had photographed while in the city! Frozen in the doorway, Choon-Hee came to the realization that not only was the confident woman even more radiant up close, she also was her roommate. She had photographed her roommate.

Her blush deepened in her embarrassment and she sheepishly sneaked away towards her room, hopping that she was not noticed – although improbable with so much luggage weighing her down. Entering her room, she parked her luggage near the empty bed, laid her backpack down, and then sighed both from left over embarrassment as well as exhaustion. Next time she has luggage, sight-seeing will not be an option. She turned around and caught sight of a dark headed boy unpacking various videogame related posters and figurines. Assuming he was her partner, Choon-Hee took a small step closer and gave a small bow along with a smile. “Bonjour, you must be Vinh. I’m Choon-Hee Song. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

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The setting changes from Paris, France to Résidence Sarrhail

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#EE105A ✿ Kaori Miyazono ✿ #0076A4



"I would love to, Adeline, I really would."

A bright smile crossed Adeline's face as she heard those words, and she was glad she'd made the decision to ask. She watched Erza walk out into the hall and followed her out, silently eavesdropping as she asked the blonde boy downstairs if he also wanted to be friends. This Erza character was pretty awesome so far.

Adeline listened quietly as the two conversed, observing their words and everything else in the room: the blue-haired woman who had come down to search the refridgerator, the ginger male who was smoking near her. She didn't react very dramatically when the door crashed open, though her curiosity perked up. Slowly she scooted to where she could see the pretty woman who had entered.

The woman introduced herself as Miss Belle, and Adeline made the assumption that she meant Cyrille Bellerose. She called out to the group asking who her partner was and the blonde male - Adrian, as she'd learned his name was - claimed the position. The two seemed like complete opposites in Adeline's eyes.

Adrian offered to help Belle with her immense luggage, and then invited her and the others in the room to join them on their quest for groceries, which Adeline thought would be more fun with more people. The more the merrier, right?

"Maybe we could have the whole dormitory join our shopping adventure~"

Adeline spoke, directing it towards no one in particular, and continued watching the events below. A black-haired girl walked in and Adeline noticed her walking into Vinh's room. She still had to say hi to him, since she hadn't earlier. Her attention was directed back to Adrian when he asked her and Erza which room was theirs.

"Ours is the middle one! It satisfies my aesthetic~"

Her views on silly things like aesthetic made life more interesting for Adeline, despite how simply random they were. "So, do you guys think we'd all be okay going grocery shopping at night? My sisters say all the creepy people go roam around after dark." Adeline laughed playfully at her own comment.

Adeline pulled away from the railing and went back into her room, searching through her bag and pulling out her purse before hopping back out into the hall, closing the door behind her. "So, who all wants to come along?"

Hopping over to the room left of hers and Erza's, Adeline knocked lightly on their slightly open door before poking her head in. "We're all going grocery shopping, if you'd like to come along!" She waved to them and went back over to Erza. Grabbing her wrist, she gently pulled her new roommate with her down the stairs to where everyone else was, letting go at the bottom and skipping over to Vinh's room and also poking her head in. "Hey Vinh, Bella Ragazza, the great moi was wondering if you two would like to accompany us on our grocery shopping trip~"

Adeline sent a wink and a double-guns finger motion towards them and popped back out of their room, leaving them to their decision, and walking back to the group. "They'll come if they want to~ Anyways, we should go before dark."

Bella Ragazza: Pretty Girl | Italian | In reference to Choon-Hee Song



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Music Major | #C88141 | Residence Sarrhail

"Quoi de neuf?"

The question (really more of a statement) was short, instinctive, and informal. It was so informal in fact that he wondered if the girl learned it in any of her French classes (Korea had those right?). Vinh supposed that "bonjour" would have been the more appropriate response as they didn't know each other very well but considering that they were roommates they might as well get to know each other. He wasn't much for formalities and unless she was a language fiend he hoped that she wouldn't mind either. Plus there was also the fact that he was busy breaking out the personality ware.

In this case, personality-ware referred to things that would make him jump out as "gamer-EDM-guy" because it was simply easier to have someone else start a conversation about something someone saw than have Vinh do all the work. From what it seemed, she had her own fair share of interests (although she'd yet to hang them up on her wall) so he could at least ask now that she'd already initiated the conversation. He popped out the bottom of the cardboard box once he finished unpacking and slid it under his bed before turning over to face his new roommate and talk to her in full.

"You're a photography major right?" he asked, holding out his hand to shake, "I think I met a few of you on the way here."

That was partially a lie as he only met one of them, but there were probably tons floating around campus.

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Choon-Hee's nervousness dissipated in response to Vincent's colloquial greeting. Formalities always felt strange to her - there is a certain forced awkwardness about them, especially when speaking in a foreign tongue. Vincent’s casual reply felt more natural and fluid, just like the French the young photographer had dreamed of hearing firsthand. While she had been successful in the multiple French classes she had taken at home, speaking and understanding French in a classroom was extremely different from interacting with a native speaker. Her mind spun with ways on how to properly respond to his question.

Like a whirlwind, the emotions of the day's adventure came flooding back. Uncertainty on the flight, amazement walking around the city, inspiration from the photogenic surroundings and its inhabitants; everything was so new and exciting. "Surreal," Choon-Hee mused in response, a noticeable accent woven in the word, "I can't believe I'm actually in Paris." The young photographer beamed at her roommate, a wide smile plastered to her face in her joy. She waited patiently while Vincent finished unpacking, and then stared uncertainly at his outstretched hand. Remembering that it was a western custom to shake hands, she tentatively took his hand and shook it.

"You're a photography major right? I think I met a few of you on the way here."

A smile returned to the young woman’s lips. "Yes, I am a photography major! That is cool that you met some more photographers on the way here. I can’t wait to meet them when classes start." She gently let go of his hand and then proceeded to unpack her duffle bag in search of her laptop. Once she had located it, she then began to hook up her camera in order to save the day’s work. Looking back at Vincent she began to wonder how they would begin to create their final project. "You're a music major correct? What type of music do you work with the most?”

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