Recycled Tuesdays and the Record Company

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"My mom," Kirby confessed, wrapping the mic cord up. "She had me taking piano, voice, and flute lessons by the time I was in third grade. I taught myself the drums and some guitar and I picked up the violin in high school." She set the cord into it's box. "What about you?"
 
he was all out of questions that he was interested in asking. he still didn't really like her. it wsn't really her just any girl who woul have filled that spot whould have gotten the same treatement
 
Kirby sighed. "Is there anything I can help clean up?" she asked. She wished he would be so... standoffish. She was just trying to help them out.
 
"Feel free," she said, grinning. She went to the keyboard, thinking for a moment. She shot him a glance and began playing Midnight Sonata, smiling to herself.
 
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