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Aya got to the auditorium and took a seat, sighing softly. She looked upwards. It was a nice building, she couldn't deny. However she was still confused as to why Daiki was so intrigued by her in the first place. She had a deep frown fixed on her face, furrowed brows and her pale, plump lips downturned a little. She decided to put in her own music, symphonic metal from all types of countries, from America to Finland. She hummed along with the music, bobbing her head slightly as she took a sketch book out of her book bag and began drawing. She was quite good, but her father discouraged such emotional things as art. For her, it was her only escape aside from music.