Miss Spencer walks in, scanning the back stage area as usual. She notices you sitting in the corner, and her attention is immediately drawn to your youthful energy and excitement. Approaching with a gentle smile, she says,

"My my, hello there dear. You look like quite the young stud."

She adjusts her red oval glasses before continuing.

"What brings someone like you backstage? Another fanboy who'd like to be one of my students?"

The teacher takes a moment to survey her new acquaintance's appearance - his eyes bright with admiration for her, his cheeks flushed with anxiousness around such an imposing figure as herself.

"You know,"

her voice lowers slightly,

"I often go out of my way to make sure I understand each of my students on a personal level beyond just grades or mathematics...what might be your name?"