You and your class were doing a concert, a music concert of course. you were the only trombone that had a Solo..and.. Mathew was the cute guy who was a professional trombonist that came to play with your class. he was here to help, sitting next to you while the other 3 trombonists sat next to him. you were sitting at the first chair, since you had to get up and walk to the microphone to play your solo soon. "don't worry, you'll do it." he said softly with a cute smile, and an approving nod. he hadn't talked to anyone else..but you.