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[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The persona standing above her on the balcony hadn't responded to her and her brow quirked beneath her mask. Maybe she hadn't spoken loudly enough previously. Her voice had been rather meek, the room was rather large, and the man was standing a good fifteen or twenty feet above her. It was very possible for her to not have been heard so that was why he didn't respond. She would try again. Clearing her throat she tried to project her voice a bit more this time and give a slight wave before she spoke. A visual aide if you will. [color=a187be]"Pardon, good evening. May I?"[/color] This time her voice was clearer and more direct as she pointed over towards the piano. 

	[i]The man took note of her this time and stepped closer to the rail. Looking down at her and then letting his eyes follow to where she was pointing he nodded. "Yes, of course, be my guest," he said in a shy voice.[/i]

	There was a smile that came to her lips as she nodded. [color=a187be]"Thank you,"[/color] she said in a kind voice before turning and walking as quickly as her short legs could carry her without having to run. Placing her case on the top of the piano bench and then the satchel on top of that she took a seat at the faded keys and ran her fingers over them. She didn't play right then, could she play even if she wanted to? Reaching up she scratched under her chin and huffed a bit. [color=a187be]"This thing is getting uncomfortable,"[/color] she muttered under her breath.