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Crystal watched as Angry played with the pegs of his guitar. She could tell he was nervous about Aman's answer. She smiled softly. There wasn't any good way to try to ease or soothe his nerves. She just smiled at him gently, hoping that that in its self was enough.
"I do know how to keep a beat. I could craft some sort of something. I'm not completely music illiterate," Crystal offered. Her face began to turn red. She didn't like to admit that she could 'keep a beat.' It seemed silly and her old homeland did not find such a thing exceptable.
But she was here now. This was her new home and she was free to make her own mind and do what it was she wanted, within reason of course. As she waited she tried to controll her blush.
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"What you see is exactly what you get. Don't say I didn't warn you."
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