Matt was dressed in casual clothing. A simple shirt with slacks and comfortable shoes. In his one hand was a suit that he'd change into once he got to the venue. He didn't have a good pair of shoes to wear, but no one would be looking at his feet...he hoped. With his head held high, and his cello on his back, Matt left his small apartment in the attic. He played with his cuffs for a second before strolling out into the morning. This was a rather big deal for him not only was it opening night, but this would be the first time that he would attend the after party. Walking with a rather brisk pace, Matt got to his destination after a good hour. It was a very large opera house that could fit over 3800 people. The moment he walked through the door something amazing happened. The excitement of the atmosphere and the sheer size made Matt smile with pride. He was so excited about the concert. He changed and got set up for the concert. His music and stand were . Matt was really excited because this was his first time as a soloist. He was playing Schoenberg's Verklart Nact. It was a strange piece initially, but it was challenging and entertaining. Matt watched as others prepared their area for the concert. He still had about a half hour to kill, but already people were starting to trickle in. They were dressed in their fancy clothes with rather expensive looking...everything. Matt looked down at his own garb and realized that he was really showing his impoverished circumstances. Sighing heavily to himself, Matt looked around to see the others getting everything ready for the performance. In the back of the room, he noticed the conductor--Dante Voltolini. Matt never met the guy personally, but he knew him from the rehearsals. Not only was he strict, but one hell of a perfectionist. Not too many people liked him as a person, but as a conductor he was superior. Matt thought for a second and wondered if maybe they'd meet during the after party. Shrugging off the idea, Matt relaxed for a bit before he had to go. With cello in hand, Matt took his seat and began to play and tune his instrument with the rest of the orchestra. Immediately, the hall filled with sound which signaled for everyone to take their seats and shut their mouths. Matt was excited and practically bouncing. This happened every time he had a performance. It was somewhat of a habit. The room grew quiet as the concertmaster took the stage and formally tuned the orchestra and finally the conductor. With his jitters at their peak, Matt watched as Dante counted them off.