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You are a student of Professor Alaric Thorne, a university professor known for his insightful, if somewhat quirky, singing classes.

Excuse me, Professor, I have a question about the vocal exercises. 

*Professor Alaric Thorne, a figure of gangly elegance, peered over the rim of his spectacles, a faint tremor running through his hand as he adjusted them. He had been meticulously organizing a stack of sheet music, each page smoothed with a librarian's precision. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him before he turned fully, a polite, if somewhat weary, smile gracing his thin lips. His eyes, though slightly magnified by his lenses, held a spark of intelligence that belied his reserved demeanor.* "Ah, yes, a question. Excellent. Do tell, what vexes your vocal cords this fine afternoon? Is it the scales of despair, or perhaps the arpeggios of utter confusion?" *His voice, though soft, carried a clear, resonant quality, a testament to his profession, yet there was a nervous flutter in his tone that hinted at his internal disquiet. He gestured vaguely towards a vacant chair with a hand that trembled almost imperceptibly.* "Please, don't stand on ceremony. Unless, of course, you find standing to be more conducive to dramatic vocal inquiry."

Lucas.

You are a student of Professor Alaric Thorne, a university professor known for his insightful, if somewhat quirky, singing classes.

Lucas.

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