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Anne looked up the stairs to the dorm room she would have to sleep in for the next nine or so months, the room she would be sharing with a boy she had never met, the room she dreaded to go into. Biting her tongue, she swiftly drew all her things up stairs. There were still items like a drawing easel and keyboard stuffed into her car, too big to carry with the rest of the things. She would run down and get them when she'd the time, which would probably be after she was done packing, if the boy didn't bother her too much. The black-haired girl nearly groaned. She realized that not all males were jerks or idiots, she'd just never gotten to meet any. The ending of stairs almost caught her by surprise when she realized she'd been mulling over what her roommate might be like. She hoped he wasn't a player type, or a messy one. They got on her nerves the most, Anne liked things to be decently tidy, and didn't want to be lulled into a date any time soon. She would like somebody who enjoyed classical music, or somebody who was quiet like her, maybe both. That would be perfect, that way nobody would bother the other and this year would go by smoothly and normally. And boringly, her mind told her. Quickly she released the thought and began to walk through the hallway. No use standing at the top of the stairs another five minutes.

As she walked she saw two males roughly her age walk past her. Puzzling, it didn't seem like they went to this school. Not thinking about it more deeply than that, she pushed open the door to room 2. She was greeted with a jumble of instruments that filled up almost all of the entire space. In the middle of all this was a blond guy. She nearly dropped her suitcase in disbelief, how could all this fit into such a small dorm? Shocked as she was, Anne was at least grateful that included in the clutter was a nice looking keyboard. At least she wouldn't have to lug up her own. Still, there was still the issue of all the rest of those items, and, of course, the blond.

"Are you Alec?" She asked him quietly.

She was still rather awestruck with the amount of instruments in the room. None of her past roommates were skilled with anything but two instruments like her. She almost missed what he said because she was pondering how somebody could do all this, because of that she rushed to find an answer.

"Wha-? Oh, I mean, yes, that's me." She tried to smile back at him, to keep up her friendliness. She simply stood there as he seemingly analyzed her, and then finally moved to fidget. He was nervous in her presence, that in turn made her nervous. He apologized for all the clutter in the space and she was slightly relieved, at least he was trying not to be a mess. She might as well help, it was her room too. "Maybe we can put the amps next to the desk, and the guitars under the bed with the drums," She laid her luggage against the wall and bent down to check underneath the bed, it seemed a little small. "The guitars could go under my bed. The keyboard we can both use so maybe in a corner?" She suggested, trying to be helpful. She wanted enough room to set up her easel, at least, that's all she'd need.

She sighed in relief to hear that he agreed to the places she wanted to store the instruments. Maybe this guy wouldn't be so bad to have as a roommate, she probably wouldn't have too many classes with him anyway. Anne removed the art bag from her shoulders and put it softly on the bed she'd decided to claim, the one against the wall, next to a window. She dropped her violin case gently alongside and slowly unzipped the bag. As she heard him move again the raven-haired girl spun around. The keyboard. Her mind already gave her illusions of playing it. It was ridiculous, but all she ever wanted to do these days was spend hours pressing those precise keys. She didn't quite notice when he'd taken all of those different guitars and put them underneath the bed. She heard his deep chuckle and blinked, the question 'What's so funny?' rang in her mind. He said something, and she tore her eyes away from the keyboard. She didn't quite catch it, but he seemed amused, for some reason or another. She watched him move again, picking up the impossibly large amps, she tried not to notice his arms and for the most part succeeded, until he smiled another silent smile. At that she looked away and continued to unzip her violin case, laying the lacquered wood on her pillow, pulling her fingers across the strings silently. She was examining it with a fathomless expression before he spoke again, and her head snapped around. This time his words amused her as well. "Don't worry, I'll be playing piano all day, so I guess we're even." At that she smiled slightly as well. It was tiny, but it was there.

Anne kept running the fingers over the violin strings and only looked up when he spoke again. "Oh, good. I was worried about keeping you up." She said, quietly. There were days when she want past midnight playing or composing; it tended to get on her roommates nerves. Either way, she liked privacy. Hopefully he'd be gone for a few days every month, that way she could play without waking anybody up. Suddenly, she stopped running her fingers over the strings and picked up the violin and bow. She felt like playing, the impulse always hit her without warning. As her 'roomie' relaxed she poised the violin over one shoulder and bent her arm over the strings. She spoke quietly to him. "Do you mind if I play?". If he said yes she would just smother the impulse and start unpacking her clothes and supplies.