Michael was still a little dazed honestly. Signing up for the house (which was some kind of reality tv show as far as he could tell) had been a spur of the moment decision caused by too much alcohol and not enough sleep. Not once did he think he would actually be accepted until he got the e-mail about three weeks back. Now he was in a car on his way to the estate where he'd be spending the next few months. There was a nervous energy buzzing through his veins on the way there, causing him to drum his fingers against his knee. This would be good for him. After all, Michael's sole complaint about his life was that he didn't have the time nor the energy to go out looking for a partner. This was going to give him both (or, at the very least, the former which meant he didn't have anymore room for excuses.) The thought of spending so long in the company of strangers truly terrified him, but another part of him was awash with excitement. Who knew what would happen from here on out?<br/><br/>Michael was jolted from his thoughts as the car passed through a gate, taking the time to gather his courage before glancing out the window... And promptly feeling awed at the scenery. It was truly like he'd stepped onto the set of a movie (which, he mused, he kind of did.) He swallowed thickly as the car rolled to a stop, shaking off the nerves before opening the car door and stepping out. It seemed he was one of the first to arrive which was honestly fine with him. The others were sure to start showing up soon though so he figured it was best to get a move on and get settled in. Michael let out a soft breath, eyes finding the sign that hung above the courtyard. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he grabbed his things from the car (including one large cello case), waving off the driver's offer of assistance. You know what? He was going to make the most of this. He'd thought before about taking a break and this was as good a chance as he was going to get. Michael hummed softly to himself as he made his way inside. Yeah, this was going to be great.<br/><br/>Michael found his room alright, eyes glancing around as he entered and settling on a white envelope on one bed that had his name spelled across the front in large loopy letters. It stood out against the warm earthy tones of the room. His arms were weighed down with luggage that he carefully set down by the door before making his way over to the letter. His cello however was placed on his bed as he picked up the envelope and carefully slipped out the paper inside. Aaaaand the nerves were back. He let out a quiet whistle, glancing around the room. That explained why he was the only one here, especially considering that he'd been told they would each be given a roommate. After a moment, he slipped the letter back into the envelope and set it on a suitcase. He'd put that out of mind for now. It was probably best to go meet the others so he wouldn't be faced with the awkward feeling of knowing no one come morning.<br/><br/>With one last glance towards the envelope, Michael turned and headed back towards the foyer. Maybe someone else would need help with their luggage?