To those who missed the Orchestra Banquet, I have two more I'd like to throw out. Elizabeth doesn't get her own because her's is exactly what I gave Sophia, they were supposed to split it.

Anyways (which I'm well aware is not actually a word) here goes:

Sarah, I give you a replacement soul (not mine, because mine isn't held by me) since I'm convinced you must've traded yours for you Violin skills and your great appearance which certainly lit up Prom.

Fu, I offer nothing to you besides all sorts of memories. To the word I offer and apology for the day when another violinist joined the word of violas.