Julia is walking down the hall and asking prolific writer guy from class why he didn't hand in his piece. He tells her that it stinks. Julia says she knows what he means, and that "really good writing is something you have to sweat over" as they get into the elevator together. Julia suddenly grabs the guy's notebook from under his arm. How rude! She reads it and says that it's great, and asks again why he didn't hand it in. The guy says he thought he could make it better. Julia says that she didn't write anything, and he wrote "two solid pages and it's not that bad." I wonder who died and made Julia the editor of a fiction magazine. Oh, that's right, she's self-appointed. Julia goes on to say that she's "sorry to dump this on [him]," but that she just wrote a book that isn't getting published and now she feels like she has nothing left, and it seems so easy for him, so she's wondering how he does it. The guy seems taken aback, but then says he finds coffee helps because it makes his hand move faster, which makes his head work faster. Also, fried food lubricates his brain. Okay, clearly this guy was not a biology major, since he doesn't have the slightest conception of how digestion works. Julia thinks he is making fun of her, but he insists that he isn't. He says he also tries to stay in a constant state of yearning for "respect, material objects...sex." Julia smiles because she realizes that another fly has stumbled into her web of love. The elevator doors open and Julia asks, "Who's Lane Victory?" which is what it says on the guy's hat. He grabs his hat and says "Good luck with that" while making a quick escape. Julia yells after him to ask his name. Run, prolific writer! She will only suck you dry and then leave you a dried-out husk of your former self! Run, far away!
Claudia grabs a program and starts walking up some steps. Apparently, she is at a concert of some sort. She bumps into the guy from American Pie (not the one who did the thing with the pie, or the jock one -- the short one). He recognizes her, but she doesn't know who he is. He tells her he's Todd Marsh, and that they met at some sort of violin competition long ago. She remembers him now, and asks if he still plays. He says he does, but just session music, while she is the legendary Claudia Salinger. You know, I'm guessing that even in a city the size of San Francisco, the musical youth prodigy clique is not that large, and he probably would have heard that she dropped out. But, he hasn't heard, so she tells him she doesn't play anymore and starts to go back to her seat. He tells her he has an extra ticket, and she agrees to sit with him.