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[self_composed]

Bella schedules an appointment at Stanford. She breezes through sixteen hours of motorcycle class, mostly by demonstrating that the instructor is redundant and wouldn't he rather teach her exotic motorcycle tricks and then just mark her as passing the course? She plays in a soccer game against a Port Angeles high school and wins. She starts driving her bike to school, and she names it Tegu after a lizard of similar coloring, because it needed a name.

On Friday evening she's due to fly out, crash in a Stanford grad student's house overnight, interview on Saturday, and fly home that evening. She bikes for the airport, black leather gold-studded saddlebags over Tegu's back wheel carrying her luggage.

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[self_composed]

Eventually the orchestra conductor shows up and leads Bella into his office. She plays pieces from memory - showoffy complicated ones - and reads music and transposes things in her head and plays a duet with him.

He seems suitably impressed, though he doesn't cut off the audition partway through like the soccer coach did.

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice sits where nobody will trip over him and... enjoys the music.

Enjoys it a lot, in fact.

[self_composed]

Bella cleans and puts away her flute, making concluding small talk with the conductor, and walks out. [I'm supposed to catch an airport shuttle next - I have all my stuff on me,] she says. [Flight's in four hours.]

[edgeofyourseat]

['kay,] says Alice. [Think I'll head back early.]

Pretty much entirely because he already checked out of his hotel room and he wants to go enjoy that music some more in a place Bella will not consider creepy.

[self_composed]

Bella laughs silently, and heads for the place where the airport shuttle will appear.

A few hours later, she's riding Tegu home.