Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20170220030946/@comment-3991308-20170311082713

… he was a downright fool. Of course, he should have planned what to say before walking over.

“You see, I need to, uh” – of course he couldn’t use the word ‘guilt’, that would imply he was up to something morally not-okay – “I need help with initiating a discussion with the orchestra leaders. You see, they're-”

The phrase ‘totally basic bitches with no appreciation for real art’ passed through his head.

“Well, I've been having problems getting an audience for them, and you look like the person who could offer advice? A conversational opening?” (What did the second sentence mean anyway? Ugh.)

This was terrible. The girl looked like she hardly had a backbone. Daulius was never good at this ‘thinking up a decent strategy’ thing. He wanted to bury his face in his hands and mourn the death of this conversation before it had even properly begun... but he had a cool rep to keep up, Andersen-damn-it!

One should never doubt the power of a proper introduction, right? He stuck out a hand. “Daulius Song. Son of the Nightingale.”