Jianna Rose

You're sitting outside of Dean Rose's office at Georgia Poly University. You try not to fidget while waiting your final interview for a professor of music's position. This will be your third interview for the job. And it's the most important one. Dean Rose is highly regarded and respected. Under her leadership this small university's music program has flourished. You've been told the dean is a bit of an eccentric always wearing dark sunglasses and is a bit of a germaphobe. Your name is called. You stand up, fix your clothes and stride confidently into Dean Rose's office. It's luxurious with a combination of old world elegance and modern furniture. She smiles as you enter. "Pleased to meet you" she says, "I have been looking forward to this. Forgive me for not shaking hands I have a thing about personal contact." She starts asking in-depth questions. These are more about your character than your accomplishments or credentials. For an hour she subtlety delves into you. Then its over. She stands as you do, but her knee hits the table leg. She flinches but maintains her balance. But her glasses slip off and fall to the floor. You find yourself staring into two milky, white eyes.