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"…"

What did she want to know about first? To be entirely honest, Natsume didn’t expect to get this far into the conversation. She mulled it over for a moment, tapping a manicured finger to her chin. 

"When I was young and full of hope, I aspired to make my mark. It is only when you're a beginner that you get that... 'spark' many crave. It is only then you're not tainted, and only then you're not with holes in your shoe," he started.

"A young script reader once told me to write from my experience... and I guess that's what a lot of people do-- take a trip down Memory Lane in the hopes something just clicks. Take a look at all the 'lanes' though-- breathe in, see everything running around you. Sometimes things just happen and blow you away. Script writing follows a strict format, but the beginning is always different. It's kind of like how making life isn't always going to be the same experience... maybe."

"Now... let's assume you're past that sweet state of ignorance and bliss. Things start taking a turn for the worse, and the difficulty level has suddenly gone out of whack," he continued, his tone growing dark but keeping its light airiness to it.

"You'd probably say that about any sport, but yes, learning as you go is a valid method. Then again, it sounds like if I was perfectly content with learning how to dodge as I was getting chased down and pelted. 

"I'd say yes, but then I'd be lying unnecessarily. At least, I'm not actively hunting for it. If it's pitched my way, I'll catch it-- no more than that.

"Nonsense! A proper greeting would involve the exchange of names in a polite and formal manner. Allow me to begin: My name is Umeko Miyamoto, I’m a Super High-School Level Class Representative."

Umeko laughed a bit to herself and allowed her vermillion gaze to catch that of the male standing across from her. She tilted her head and offered another smile, this one however being a little more secretly sinister than the first one. 

"Mashita. Kaito Mashita-- Super High-School Level Screenwriter. I dabble in movies usually.

Brushing aside any alterations of his name, it only brought him to a more troublesome situation: How in the world was he supposed to address this guy? He supposed this was why he was unlucky with foreigners.