Rin relaxed as he replied, "Sounds good." With that he looked up at the dorms and walked into the building. It wasn't that big compared to the school itself, which calmed Rin a bit. He didn't like large unfamiliar buildings where he had to find things. Before he entered the dorms, Rin said, "Oh, I'm room number 41." He was on the top floor in the room on the far corner. For some reason they put him in a rather secluded part of the dorm building. Maybe it was so he could practice. Wind instruments, specifically brass, were rather loud compared to their string counter parts. As he watched Lindsey disappear into the building, he followed silently with his trombone resting securely on his hip.
Heading to the top floor, Rin watched as some other students walked past him. They weren't dressed in their uniforms, but rather in casual clothes. This made Rin want to hurry up and change. Although he liked the uniforms, they were a bit constricting after a while. Rin got to his room and realized how quiet it was. Most of the other students were at least one floor below. After changing, Rin decided to take out his trombone. It was a simple f-attachment professional horn, yet it was beautiful to Rin. Putting in his practice mute, Rin began to warm up. After about 10 minutes of warm ups, he pulled out his solo piece. It was an old one that he practically knew by heart,
Morceau Symphonique. This was also one of his favorite pieces. It was sad and slow, but resolved to form a wonderful picture in his mind.
Rin played in the back corner of the dorm building. Unless you were in the room next door or right behind his door, one wouldn't be able to hear the song. Rin finished and was unsatisfied with the song. The sound was off, distorted by the mute, but he couldn't take it out without the entire building hearing him. Sighing heavily, Rin wondered if he should try to find another place to practice. Looking at the horn intently, Rin decided to suck it up and just continue on as is.