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Berlioz was always willing to help a student in need. Even if that student wasn’t in their class. It didn’t even need to be music related! He would always do his best. He tried to be one of the professors at the college that everyone knew they could go to for help. In this case it was music related. Berlioz knew how to play an assortment of instruments. The common ones like guitar, piano, violin, etc... And even those that weren’t so common like the harp. He even knew how to play some that were common in other cultures! In the short time he’d been alive he’d devoted most of it to learning music. Even though he knew so much already he was always learning more. He wanted to share his knowledge though. That’s why he became a teacher.
When the student he was meeting that afternoon came into his classroom he was strumming on his guitar-- the instrument they were meant to practice that day. Berlioz didn’t stop playing but looked up and smiled at the girl. “Karmi, right?” He stopped playing and gestured to the chair in front of him. “Please, sit.”