Tao's purple gaze had lingered on Ritsuka when they came face to face, turning his head only slightly as he passed. With a soft sigh he finally made it to his dressing room and managed to get in and shut the door without anyone slipping in with him. He got his things put away as he listened to the ruckus over the speaker.<br/>At some point during Ritsuka's set he had found himself watching the stage from the mouth of the hall to the dressing rooms. He hadn't changed attire, only collected his things. Before the set was done he turned and left, unable to keep listening.<br/>Tao had gone outside, the night air a crisp chill that made the tears on his face sting a little. He withdrew his phone from its place of being tucked securely in the front of his obi and sent a text. Message sent he ended up dwelling on thoughts as he stared at the background picture. A prompt reply drew him from his thoughts and he tucked his phone away after reading the message.<br/>Suddenly aware of his surroundings he took a deep ragged breath, a small cloud billowing forth as he gave the parkinglot a sweeping glance. "...what am I doing." He asked himself, the words barely made audible. Clutching his guitar case he moved toward the sidewalk, his ride should be there soon enough.