In comparison tot he rest of his body, his hands and fingers seemed somewhat small; however, they were just right for playing a smaller instrument like the violin. "My parents and most of my fans would probably kill me, but some times I like to<em>saw it hot,</em>as the saying goes, and play the Devil Went Down to Georgia. I couldn't sing for my life, though." He says with a slight, sheepish laugh. "Otherwise, name a classical violinist's work, and I can do it. I have a photographic memory for musical scores."<br/><br/>He would let Summer get in first, then find a way to squeeze himself into the elevator without bumping into either of the girls. He felt slightly awkward here; guy in the girl dorm's. Isn't their a rule against this or something? Oh well. No point to say anything now. Noticeably, he does not look particularly bothered; facial expressions were something he was good at controlling, unlike his voice.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I think that might be neat, Summer." He flashed her a bit of a smile. "Speaking of dinner, Claudia, is the dining room mixed or gender-separate?" He should probably know this. He read the damned brochure and the pamphlet and the website and a dozen other things about this school. Apparently, though, if it doesn't involve music, it just doesn't stick in his head; a flaw to balance out the merit, perhaps...<br/><br/>