[ Her face lights up, and she has to consciously stop herself from fidgeting in excitement; she's trying to be quiet and attentive, really, but she's not so good at the quiet part. A few compositions spring to mind almost immediately, but while she can hazard a guess at what Mitsuki might know, she can't be sure. ]
Well... [ She lifts her book again, flicking through to find a list of names. It's rather comprehensive — everything from Beethoven to later composure like Debussy — and she grins. ] Do any of these seem familiar? I don't wanna just spring something on you.
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Well... [ She lifts her book again, flicking through to find a list of names. It's rather comprehensive — everything from Beethoven to later composure like Debussy — and she grins. ] Do any of these seem familiar? I don't wanna just spring something on you.