As Spock exited the classroom at Starfleet Academy, he saw a young woman, with brown curly hair, pinning a sheet of paper to the message board down the hall. He stopped, and wondered what she was doing. When he got nearer, he greeted her. “Ms. Hallow?”
She turned toward him, and blushed. “Oh. Hello, Mr. Spock, sir.”
He corrected her, suppressing a smile. “Spock is appropriate.”
Angeni nodded. “How’s your day going?”
He didn’t understand her question. Many people at this Academy asked things similar to this, none of which he answered. Instead, he asked, “What is it you are hanging up? And why here?”
After she was finished pinning up the piece of paper, she answered him. “Well, my friends and I started a . . . musical group, and we enjoy playing so much, we’ve decided to have a concert. And even though this isn’t the most ideal place to advertise an event,” the young woman gestured to the message board, “some custodians and a couple of professors occasionally walk by and check to see if anything’s changed. We want as many people as possible to come, and I had already finished advertising in the news board room, where the whole campus sees it.”
The girl smiled. “Yes—a bunch of people going crazy, playing instruments and singing for a bunch of musically-deprived people that need enlightening.”
“I understand what a concert is, but I do not think I have heard it described as thoroughly as that. Is this musical group recreational?”
She lowered her head, and swallowed. “It was, originally. But one of my band mate’s little sisters has developed a strange disease, and this concert is for supporting a charity to find the cure.” She looked up at him hopefully. “Would you like to come?”
Spock tried to conceal his surprise by raising an eyebrow. “I believe—”
“In the name of science,” she interrupted him, before he had a chance to speak.
“I was only going to say that it would be most logical of me to support a function directed toward scientific research, whilst at the same time enlightening others with the influential art of music.” Angeni was blushing a deep, enticing red, and nodded. “What music will be played?”
But she didn’t answer him; she only gave him a flyer and said “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” Then she left, leaving Spock completely intrigued and curious.