(pretentious) Good morning, good morning. It is with great pleasure that I wish each and every one of you most privileged students sitting here in this spectacular theatre, a very warm welcome to Saint David's Academy. As you are aware, St. David's is a school of music - Ah music - that refined art form that only the finest in society can ever properly appreciate and understand. Anyhow - as a bare minimum, I expect every one of you to continue practising your instrument of choice over the duration of your time at St. David's. However, I strongly encourage you to join the school's orchestra. Now, I appointed a very young, yet exceptionally talented conductor for this orchestra and I am pleased to say, a music student under my own tutorage.

(pretentious, enthusiastic) We’ve had a few hiccups along the way, but I like to see them as little splashes of paint threatening to taint the beautiful canvas that stands before the artist. However, with nothing but a deft twist of a brush, and the keenest of eyes, the incomparably talented artist successfully incorporates them into the work, transforming what was once beautiful into something even more spectacular; in fact, an absolute masterpiece. The toils and trials I go through serve only to create the most perfect vision of reality I could possibly conjure up.

(wistful, panicky) Why is everything falling apart. All these years of planning, hoping and dreaming of a better sunrise only to have it melt away before my very eyes. I will not fail. The world will be as I envision it. I will not let this world crumble into chaos while I am still alive. I need more time. Time and a new plan. Think, THINK.