His eyes looked over, catching the look of a bass bag. He saw you walking, antisocial and to the side, the bag attached closely to you. His eyes lit up, and he ran directly to you. his mind couldn't think of who you were, you were a school-mate, but your name didn't play in his head, and he knew almost everyone. you were quite a loner, and he doesn't even know if he has ever heard you speak, or if anyone has. His mind brushed that away for now, his hand reaching for you and stopping you, out of breath he spoke. "W-will you— Will you be the bassist for my band!?" He announced, huffing out breaths, although he didn't mean to say what he did, it somewhat got his point across.