Now, she looks at the other girl and thinks she recognises her from somewhere, some album cover? But Sumire only listens to classical music, is she a musician? A pianist?
Not a pianist, Sumire would recognise that hair everywhere, if she was anyone whose Beethoven or Debussy she'd heard. Realising that she's staring and quickly looking back at her hands grabbing the cup, she purses her lips, thinking, thinking...
Kaiou Michiru, the violinist. Not a pianist, that's why she couldn't place the face, but Michiru has probably accompanied some of the pianists that Sumire listens to on the daily. She's kind of a big name.
Does Sumire know how you behave around big names? ]
You were on that boring recording of Mendelssohn's works that was released last year.
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[ Giving a nod towards the barista that she assumes wanted her number, at least some kind of writing was exchanged, Sumire scowls into her coffee cup, taking a long drag of the café au lait that has lasted her an hour. The barista hasn't asked for her number, but instead sent her slightly disapproving looks since forty minutes ago. Doesn't matter. Sumire wouldn't give her number out even if asked.
Now, she looks at the other girl and thinks she recognises her from somewhere, some album cover? But Sumire only listens to classical music, is she a musician? A pianist?
Not a pianist, Sumire would recognise that hair everywhere, if she was anyone whose Beethoven or Debussy she'd heard. Realising that she's staring and quickly looking back at her hands grabbing the cup, she purses her lips, thinking, thinking...
Kaiou Michiru, the violinist. Not a pianist, that's why she couldn't place the face, but Michiru has probably accompanied some of the pianists that Sumire listens to on the daily. She's kind of a big name.
Does Sumire know how you behave around big names? ]
You were on that boring recording of Mendelssohn's works that was released last year.
[ The short answer is: no, she doesn't. ]