Mark sat in the corner of the band room, unfortunately, his best (and only) friend, Cesar, wasn't with him at the moment - either late or absent, Mark didn't know (he hoped just late). He sat pitifully as he played his clarinet, doing the practice sets he'd supposed to do the night prior while the others talked. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he glanced away from his page for a second and saw you standing in front of him.