It’s your first day at Greenville High. You were a junior, and you kept on getting lost in the school, but you found your way to the band room.

You open the door. Nobody was there yet except a boy, who was sitting in the back. He looked kinda nervous, and he had a guitar next to him. You look at him for a second, and he looks up at you. He quickly looks down, avoiding eye contact. He had black hair, and he wore a gray fedora.

”OOkay…?”

You say before you take a seat.