Don't blink, everyone's watching - they'll think that you're up to something..

It was an awkward exchange - he wasn't sure what had prompted him to pick up in the middle of the school year and send all his transcripts here - the school here was not well known for their music theory, which was what he had been in the midst of at York University - in fact, he was a fool, he knew now, for transferring out of their prestigious music program for even a moment, but he'd needed a change of pace, and this place seemed to be it. He'd randomly thrown a dart at a map of the United States and forged his way below the border from Toronto to get here - leaving behind the artsy atmosphere of the performing arts school. Leaving his family right around the holiday season had been difficult, but it was almost a primative yearning that had driven him away - he'd left presents under their trees and promised to call on Christmas day, but it looked as though, knowing noone, he would be spending Christmas day with the telephone, television reruns, and a tv dinner.

But here he was, and that was that. Over one shoulder, a duffle bag was slung - the majority of his things, what little there was, were being delivered later on. Hanging from the end of one beautifully sculpted (and inked) arm was a hard guitar case, covered in the many stickers and decals that had been collected over the years - the case itself told a magnificent story of places he had been and shows he had seen.

He'd travelled down here in a beat up old Sunfire, manual transmission, that was in desperate need of a trade-in, were the funds available, which, of course they weren't. He fit into the "poor university student" category in every aspect, was already thousands of dollars in debt to his country, and was planning on a few more years of it. It was nothing new.

Taking in the area, he rubbed a hand through his wayward dark hair, cut short just recently, and something he was totally unaccustomed to. A vintage tshirt and pair of equally ancient looking jeans held close over his lanky frame, a pair of Docs peeking out from under the worn denim of his pants. This was it - one of the singlemost random, spontaneous acts he'd ever performed in his life and he suspected he would pay for it over the next four months.

They need for you to be everything they cannot..