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Neither of us understood what sheto the stage where three red chairs awaited us The crowd I had

just seen blended together outside was now divided between the arts and the professional The difference was so clear Even the Con Artist and I were, without realizing it, representing our teams by our outfits I was dressed in a suit, while she had been more free-spirited in her outfit choice

“Ladies and gentlereat honor that I introduce our first set of speakers for the day,” Director Mills said, already sitting in her chair onstage as aited

“This is a bad idea,” she whispered beside me

“Our first guest is currently the youngest neurosurgeon at New York Presbyterian Hospital He graduated fro to the top of his class at Yale Medical Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Dr Eli Davenport”

The left side of the roo to their feet

“Good luck,” I said to her before walking onstage Waving to the audience, I shook Director Mills's hand oncethe first seat

“Our second guest is also a graduate of New York University It was at our very own art gala that she debuted her firstin the City Since then, her art and photography have graced alazine called her the Anselentlemen, please welcome Ms Guinevere Poe”

I had thought the applause given to , but all the art students went co their hands, they cheered as if she had ended world hunger or cured cancer

She carin on her face as she waved back with both hands She even gave a bow

I rolled my eyes

“Good luck,” sheherself, she sat in her chair

I wanted to wipe that look off of her face

“Thank you for being here,” the director said to us as ere handed microphones

“No probleleefully