I opened the door nervously despite the fact that I had been there before. This was different it was just lunch with my friends. 'I might find myself enjoying this and becoming a part of something' I thought.

Because there were still several minutes until the last class of the day started there was no one inside. I walked into the empty room and looked around at the instruments more throughly. Then there was a voice behind me, "What are you doing in here?"

I spun around to find Toushirou standing behind me with a skeptical look on his face. I blinked, "I came to see if the club was any fun. I still have to pick an elective remember? I came here first because I knew where it was. What are you doing here?"

He looked down in an embarrassed manner, "Well, I'm one of the clubs assistants. I don't play an instrument but I sit and listen while they do and make sure the instrument are safe and clean every day."

I nodded, "Is that why we eat lunch in here? Because you have to check up on the instruments?"

He nodded and there was a long pause of silence between us. Eventually he spoke up again, "So...do you play an instrument?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I used to. I haven't played in a long time. Not for a year I think...I played guitar and my sister played piano. We taught ourselves as a way to relax but I'm not sure how good I'll be compared to the people here."

He set his backpack down in the corner and started to walk around the room looking at the instruments carefully, "Well some of them don't play, like me. Others have had lessons since they were a small child. They will ask you to play something within a week of joining if you join as a playing member on your pick of an instrument. There's just one thing...they aren't meeting today."

I made a confused face, "Why not? I thought they met every day."

He just shrugged, "The club always waits until the second week of school to start meeting. It's no big deal really, it's just that a lot of the students in the group are rich enough and smart enough to take the first week off as the last week of vacation and get away with it."

I nodded, "That drove me crazy in middle school. Just because you can doesn't always mean you should but people just don't understand."

He sat down against the wall as the last bell rang, meaning classes had just started. I dropped my bag in the floor, "Well I guess I can't go to one of the other clubs then. So if they aren't meeting then why are you here?"

He changed his position resting his arm on his bent leg and leaving the other leg straight, "I take the attendance. When school ends I have to tell the front office who wasn't here."

I laid my focus on one of the three guitars in the room and a thought came to me, "Wait if you don't play an instrument then why do you know enough about them to be able to take of them?"

His face turned bright red, "It's not...You see...Well, I..."

I smiled, "You do too play. I bet no one in the club know it either."

I could see his wall come back up and he glared at me, "How do you know that?"

I shook my head, "I'm just good at reading people. So what do you play?"

He looked away from me, "You say you're good at reading people but you don't know me well enough to be making assumptions. Besides if you are so good at reading people what would you think I play?"

I blurted out the first answer that came to my mind, "Piano."

He glared at me, "I really don't like you."

I laughed, "Says the one who told Momo I wasn't so bad earlier."

He crossed his arms and stood up, "Well I changed my mind. You are as bad as I thought you were. How did you hear that anyway?"

I shrugged, "I guess we just hadn't left hearing distance of each other yet. So was I right? Piano?"

He looked away and muttered, "Yeah."

I smiled, "So why don't you play with the other kids?"

He glanced at me and continued to look away, "It's not that simple."

I rolled my eyes, "Then make it that simple. I have been told all my life I couldn't do things or succeed at something. I prove them wrong every time it's said. Now I don't know why you won't play but I can guarantee that it's a lot simpler than you think."

He stood up with an angry look on his face, "You don't get it! I'm not you and I will never be you! I wish you would stop assuming things about me. I'm not playing not because someone told me I can't but because I choose not to."

With that he stood and stormed towards the door, leaving me in the instrument filled room. I stared after him more confused than I had been in the time that I had come to the school. I had absolutely no idea how my encouragement would have caused anger but it did.

Hi guys I will be updating every Saturday except when I'm sick or my internet is down. Enjoy I will put up another chapter before Saturday to make up for the other Saturday I have missed.