Cory's fingers gently strummed the instrument's strings, the low notes providing a background for the orchestra's tune. Closing his eyes as he came to his favorite part, he tapped his foot to the beat set by the percussionists, his fingers moving quicker now. 'God, I love this,' he thought. Cory was in the band at his school, and they were having a performance in the courtyard, to excite people for their concert coming luminous a couple weeks. Fifteen minutes later, they were finished, and he was packing up his bass to take back to the band room, when he saw him. Turning his gaze back down to his instrument, he tried to ignore the odd feelings in his chest, zipping up his wheeled case before turning. Wheeling it towards the band room, he did for the most part ignore Hotaka, the strange feelings he was getting from him making him worried and a bit afraid.