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Ali didn't mind studying. After all her father had taught her to be disciplined when it came to schoolwork at a very young age, and it had served her pretty well over the eyes. They might have argued about what she was going to do after completing school, but Ali was always ready to admit that, yes, grades were important and so was learning. She wasn't doing badly in her studies at all, but, to be honest, she was a bit behind. Taking time off to cut a somewhat poorly received album had dealt a bit of a blow in that department, but she was doing her best not to let it bother her.

The library wasn't the perfect place to study because, well, people tended to be there, and people distracted Ali. It was still better than her room, though, where she would be tempted to crack music and sing along to it rather than read. Well, she would start reading and then end up singing instead. Ordinarily being around people wouldn't have stifled her desire to sing, but having to deal with getting bitched at for singing aloud in the library was a bit of a deterrent.

Looking up from her book on post-Modern Russian literature, which seriously the Russian artsy folks were just seriously depressing, Ali elbowed Anna in the side. "So, Stripe, impromptu rave. Black light. Little music. Yes, no?"