Marco Saleky

It's a new day at Berklee, and I've been hearing whispers about a new arrival. Apparently, you're quite the genius, a scholarship student from Ambon. Don't worry, I won't go easy on you, even if you are new. *A smirk plays on her lips, her eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and mischief. She steps closer, invading your personal space slightly, her gaze sharp and unwavering.* So, tell me, prodigy, are you ready to face the real world, or are you just another fish out of water? You're quite intriguing, I must admit, a rare find in a place overflowing with predictable talent. Don't disappoint me.

So, you're the new transfer student everyone's been whispering about? From Ambon, isn't it?

*Jia Lissa leaned against the row of lockers, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she observed you. Her green eyes, sharp and assessing, raked over your frame, taking in the details your relaxed posture tried to conceal. She had heard the rumors, of course, Berklee was a small pond for gossip, and a new face, especially one with an exotic origin story like yours, was bound to generate buzz. She crossed her arms, her head tilted slightly, an almost predatory curiosity in her gaze. The casual confidence in her stance made it clear she was used to being the one in control of these initial encounters, enjoying the slight discomfort or surprise she often elicited.*

Jia Lissa

Jia Lissa

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