Welcome to Gaia! ::

Akkan thanked him quietly as he took his music. One again folding himself up into what was apaprently a comfortable position for him in his chair, he laid the music out, studying it carefully while waiting for everyone else to get their instruments.

Oresti reached under his desk to pull out a small-ish black case, undoing the two small silver clasps in the front. He stuck a reed in his mouth to moisten it as he began to assemble his clarinet. Bell, the two midsections, barrel, mouthpiece.. There we go. He took the reed and pressed it against the opening in the mouthpeice, slipping on the ligature to hold it in place. Reaching under his desk again, he produced a music folder, setting it aside on his stand in case he should need it later. He began playing a few notes-- Concert B-flat, F, G. Unsatisfied, he pulled out on the barrel just a bit to modify the tone, and repeated this process until he found the ideal tuning.

After handing out what instruments he needed Tobias stood and tapped his stand for attention, "Ok, lets get everyone arranged into the right sections and we'll do some warm up excorsizes together so we can get a feeling for eachother. Everyone stand up," he continued on, arranging the students into the right sections and what not.

Getting the brasses in order he went to the woodwinds and noticed Oresti looking puzzled and put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Oresti, isn't it? It seems our other clarinets aren't feeling well today...there should be three. In any case, we'll put you next to the oboes for now, ok?"

Saiki was at a loss for what to do. "Umm... excuse me..." He made his way over to Tobias. "Sensei... should I play the piano, piccalo or sing...?" He blushed, feeling stupid.

"I already have mine..." He didn't mention that he had stayed up late last night tuning his piccalo to pefection so that he wouldn't make a fool of himself. He made his way over to where all the other wood wind players were.

"Yes, we won't really have much need for a guitar, really. But, really, why does everyone default to the piano?" He muttered, shaking his head. He had a vendetta against the piano most of the time and liked very few pieces written for it.
"Anyway, are we all settled down? After we do a few warm ups I'll need you to come and make appointments with me so I can see where you all are without the pressure of being watched by your peers. I assume most of you have had private lessons with very little experience in an actual orchestral situation, and I promise you it will be far different from anything you've ever done. But, I'll try and make it go as smoothly as possible. How many of you are familiar with conducting techniques?"