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If there was one time of the day that Bert Bartok was not fond of, it was teacher meetings. And lately, there had been a plethora of those, all of which Bert was required to go to. Today, though, he had feigned "sick," and he had scheduled a student meeting for his Piano Literature class that was working on a humongous project so that he could approve ideas. Most of this humongous project consisted of Bert making his students do rather ridiculous things for him, such as go on an impossible scavenger hunt throughout Allegro. Hey, it was fun for him, right?

Bert had promised, though, that after this student meeting was over, he would go to the teacher meeting or see the department head afterward. Since the department head was boring and bound to talk to him for hours and hours and hours, Bert... didn't plan on following through. Ever. Not if he could help it, at least.

So there Bert Bartok was, dodging through the halls of Allegro, tiptoeing past the department head's office and sliding stealthily into the teacher's lounge. He breathed a sigh of relief as he shut the door behind him.