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A very fat, robust man with thinning dark gray

hair but heavy sideburns and a bulbous nose with a

patch of redness over each nostril marched in firmly,

nearly knocking into his chair with his stomach. He

had very thick lips and large, dark brown eyes. Brock

Marlowe came in after him, moving far more

gracefully, and he was followed by a rather sternlooking man, about six feet tall with long, thick

pecan-brown hair. He kept his lips tight, drawing a

slash across his angular face.

Our teachers gazed at us and we gazed back at

them. For a moment I wondered what would happen

next. Then Ms. Fairchild appeared at the foot of the

table.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, "let me

introduce you to your instructors.

"Mr. Angus Masters, your speech instructor,"

she began, and the bald man across from me nodded

at us. "Mr. Cameron Demetrius, your dance

instructor." she continued. The trim- figured, gentlefaced man smiled wider and turned his shoulders as if

he was scratching his back against a wall. "Mr. Alfred

Littleton, your vocal instructor," she said. The heavy

man opened and closed his thick lips without

speaking. "You already know Mr. Marlowe, your

drama coach, and this is Mr. Leonard Bergman, our

instrumental and piano teacher." Mr. Berman's eyes

brightened a bit, but he didn't change expression and

barely nodded.

She then recited our names and, after our

instructors sat, we sat.

"Everyone settle in okay?" Cameron Demetrius