Professor Chan took the sheet music Seb offered him to look over. â€œWho wrote this?â€ Sebastian blushed, but his facial features remained stoic, shifting his weight with his hands in his pockets he stated that his new roommate wrote it. â€œYour new roommate? And this is the piece you wish to play at the recital?â€ Sebastian nodded.<br/><br/>â€œChan, it truly is a beautiful pieceâ€¦â€ His voice was a soft whisper as he looked down at his sneakers. Sebastian awaited for the professorâ€™s opinion, he heard a small grunt as the papers were shoved against his chest.<br/><br/>â€œAlright Seb. Play.â€ It wasnâ€™t a question, it was a command, Chan was issuing Sebastian a challenge. Nodding Seb walked to the singe chair there on the stage and sat down. Laying the cello case there beside him, he gracefully unzipped Aqua free of her prison and sat her between his thighs. â€œIfâ€¦I like it, and I mean IFâ€¦Then I will let you play â€˜Gabrielâ€™s Oboeâ€™ at the recitalâ€¦â€ Sebastian nodded as the professor climbed the stairs down to sit in the front row. Then like a whip Sebastian had the bow out and his fingers positioned over the strings accordingly. He then laid the sheet music beneath his chair; Sebastian could always easily remember music by heart, everything seemed second nature to him as he would look, or listen to something once, and automatically be able to play it on any instrument, but he always used the cello. The cello was his passion.<br/><br/>With his emerald eyes closed he drew the bow across the strings, feeling his muscles relaxing as the music began to flow as easily as breathing. His fingers vibrating the strings as he slowly leaned more against Aqua, the notes swooping and swaying softly. Sebastian pictured a wheat field, wavering softly in the breeze as he also swayed; seemingly dancing with Aqua with fluid motions as the music filled the hall, amplified. The tune slowly started to get sadder as he slowed, a vision of night fall falling slowly as he finished.<br/><br/>All was silent in the orchestra hall as he opened his eyes, standing he bowed and then looked to Chan. The teacher was lightly blotting his eyes and stood up to applaud the cellist on stage. â€œSEBASTIAN! My boy! I grant your request, butâ€¦I do have a problem. This song is far too short, you may have to play two others of your choice. All I ask is that you get them approved by me,â€ then Seb heard the teacher mumble under his breath â€œNot that thatâ€™s ever been an issue.â€ Sebastian smiled and bowed again.<br/><br/>â€œThank you, Chan,â€ the maleâ€™s voice was deep and strong, yet quiet as he turned to replace Aqua within her case.  â€œI will probably go with my usual pattern of choice, Sorrowful, Upbeat, then Angryâ€¦â€ Sebastian always had a pattern with his recitals at Yokohamaâ€™s Semester Music Show. Two every year lasting about 5 hours, guests coming and going as they pleased as long as they respected the performers who were on stage and those who wanted to appreciate the music in the audience. A slow sad smile spread across his lips, most of his smiles seemed sorrowful, but he smiled thinking how this was gonna be Rinkoâ€™s first YSMS, he was proud to tutor her. Standing up, he gently swung Aqua in her case, onto his back and walked towards the door with a half hearted wave to Chan as he left.