Rehearsal was moving along smoothly. While the audience may have changed dramatically, the quality of the orchestra had not. Melissa was in a relaxed place; playing piano was more than a job for her. It was her passion, her hobby.. and even more than that. The music that washed over her soothed her; the feelings of the familiar keys let her forget the worries of the world momentarily, bringing her back to happier times. For a few minutes, anyway. The hall echoed with the last note of Rachmaninoff's 2nd, before the new assistant came running up on stage.<br/><br/>"Ms. Hall, there's somebody here to see you." she whispered, a strange look on her face. It was as if she was debating what to tell her; or rather, what not to tell her. "Erm.." she debated, prompting the standing Melissa to wait.<br/><br/>"Yes?" she asked, wondering what was wrong with the poor girl.<br/><br/>"..it's nothing," she finished with a smile. "He's down there by the wing."<br/><br/>The redhead nodded and began her slow trot over to the edge of stage, high heels clicking every step of the way. It was awfully strange for somebody to visit during rehearsal- why would anybody bother, when even the concerts were sparse in attendance? Melissa wasn't all too surprised though. The orchestra regularly received visits from the few who still appreciated music, although all of them were from the extremely elderly. This was the fact that caused Melissa to walk right past James, looking around for somebody much older.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she saw how empty the place was before turning around.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't expect somebody so.." her voice trailed off, not knowing the right words for the situation. He<em>was</em>quite handsome; like a prince or something. "Can I help you?"