His steps echoed through the hall that lead towards the rehearsal room. Inspecting eyes lingered through the dim-lit corridor as they mapped out their route before him. Hands reached for the door. Right on the handle, left on the wooden surface. A gentle push was all it took for a seemingly heavy piece of wood to open. With little to no sound, the boy entered.
To his relief, she was already there. Between a number of musical instruments set up for use, he could see the blonde strands in her brown hair shimmer under the stage light. To his impression, she had not yet taken any notice to the newly arrival. As he neared the bright lit stage, he could hear her sing a soft, unfinished tune. A tune he remembered from the stream where they had met.
Leaving his shoulder bag next to him as he sat in the first row of seats, his right hand pulled out an old, worn sketchbook followed by the first smirk of today's adventure. It needed to be short, as he did not want to keep her waiting longer than necessary. As his pencil drew its last line, he rose to his feet. He wasn't sure if this was such a great idea actually...
"People always serve best as models when they occupy themselves with where their passions lie." Hugh's voice bellowed through the room as he entered the stage. "That would be lesson number one I guess." he added with a soft smile hidden in the corner of his mouth. The boy turned his book around to show her, silently praying this would not turn out as an embarrassment.
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STR: 8 AGL 5 CTL: 7 STA: 10