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Franz had left the other boy behind while he went to go grab his jacket. Did he expect his call to action to work? In truth, probably not. Most of the students seemed terrified to take the stage before he danced, and now after his performance, the pressure was probably too much. Franz slung his jacket back over his shoulders then wrapped the tie around his neck. While he was adjusting the tie back into his previously formal look, he turned around with a smug smile on his face. He was expecting an empty floor but was pleasantly surprised. 

The boy was actually doing it, he had taken to the stage. All things considered, he was not bad either. Franz felt the need to stick around and watch. After all, he had been caught off guard by the boy's bravery. It's not as if Franz showed it though. This had only caused him to raise his eyebrows a bit in surprise. Franz had an image to uphold and he was not about to look outwardly baffled just because of one incorrect assumption.

Who was this boy that he would do what no one else in the hall was willing to? Certainly, everyone here was worthy of name recognition. But the name of this boy had never reached Franz. It was an unfortunate reality that news, rumours, and tales are not held equal in the Occident. Franz could probably name every person from the Occident here, the Konigsmahne's fall from grace, the fire include du Bordeaux, and the Oriental defector are all tales he has heard multiple times. But when it comes to the New World, the stories are few and far between. Franz wanted to inquire about this New World boy, but he would not ask the people around him. The best first impressions were made face to face after all.

The boy's dancing was humble and clearly improvised. He could see some sort of style and form coming through, but the music certainly didn't fit it. In truth though, it was an enjoyable performance. When Inti was taken outside of his comfort zone, improvisation was used to the flow of the music. It reminded Franz of dancing in his home town. Before rules and strict conduct was a demand for something as natural as dancing. 

Franz clapped at the end of Inti's dance and caught his attention as he was exiting the floor.

[color=a2d39c][b]”Well done, very well done. I assume you haven't learnt much in the way of Occidental dance, but the confidence was there. Certainly, I don't see anyone else willing to take to the centre.”[/b][/color] This was probably the first thing Franz had said all night that was entirely genuine. [color=a2d39c][b]”My name is Franz Steiner, but I have not quite caught your name.”[/b][/color] He held out his hand as if expecting a hand shake.


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