And that big GC31R guitar case down in one of his strong capable hands, he walked out from WestEnd, pulling down his garage-door type entrance to his shop and it'd look just another warehouse in the area. He had thrown on some of his best clothes, creating that type of sophisticated guitarist look that surprisingly came out from a rundown place.
It was a pearly white longsleeve buttonshirt, fanned out collar, and a black longsleeve vest over that, white leather pants and leopardskin boots to put the icing on the cake. The rectangular case was slim and swift, not adding to the weight but contributing to the instrument inside's safety. A bit of tap water had his hair looking sleek, short, and spikey for a change, and he 'd begin a masculine walk out from the area, doing exactly what he told himself he'd do. Get to the school on his own.
Nobody was the wiser on how he got there but him, and that kept a grin on his face the entire walk, occasionally stopping a few attractive people he'd assume knew the whereabouts of the school, and some were no help, others continually pointed out directions he'd head to and mentally note for on down the path. He started to see more and more of a new area, grabbing his shirt at the neck and unbuttoning the first button to show a desert tanned collarbone, wonderfully blended with the white shirt. He took a few more directions before coming to the campus, and how beautiful it was. He smiled, knowing he was walking the same sidewalk Knite did in his venture to teaching at the establishment. His boots made that lovely clacking sound as he walked the area, observing the plants and oddities around before coming into the shade of the shelter over the front door.
In he slipped, the big case first and then his cute little gaze around. Not knowing what the main lobby was going to look like. And he grinned all around, hungry eyes eating up the eye-candy. He walked in, taking notice to the older woman behind the window inside, and he stepped up, sitting the rectangular guitar case on it's bottom left corner and leaning to it, tapping the side of it to get her attention, shooting a smile at her when she'd ultimately look up.
"Excuse me, I--" he began before seeing her point to a QUIET sign. He covered his mouth for a second, massaging and then back to the case it went and he looked her back, let's try again..
<w> "Oh, excuse me Miss... I'm here for a job interview? A spot with the music department.." He smiled to her, but didn't get much back, she seemed very serious to her work, same as a DMV employee, a hard honest worker, but not worth trying to get smiles out of. His was pointed in another direction with that pen of hers, this time pointing to a seat beside a coffee table garnished with a few magazines. He nodded with a frown and going over there planting his clean attire into the seat, his case in the one beside it.
Tapping out a tune on his knee he seemed to be interrupted yet again, and it would be delicate, quiet, elevator music, in this case, waiting-room music. He sighed before putting a big smile on, glad to be there alltogether, and awaiting his calling. He could outwait Stallone in a bank with a sniper outside, an unusual reference but it showed his stamina with something he felt serious about.
It was a pearly white longsleeve buttonshirt, fanned out collar, and a black longsleeve vest over that, white leather pants and leopardskin boots to put the icing on the cake. The rectangular case was slim and swift, not adding to the weight but contributing to the instrument inside's safety. A bit of tap water had his hair looking sleek, short, and spikey for a change, and he 'd begin a masculine walk out from the area, doing exactly what he told himself he'd do. Get to the school on his own.
Nobody was the wiser on how he got there but him, and that kept a grin on his face the entire walk, occasionally stopping a few attractive people he'd assume knew the whereabouts of the school, and some were no help, others continually pointed out directions he'd head to and mentally note for on down the path. He started to see more and more of a new area, grabbing his shirt at the neck and unbuttoning the first button to show a desert tanned collarbone, wonderfully blended with the white shirt. He took a few more directions before coming to the campus, and how beautiful it was. He smiled, knowing he was walking the same sidewalk Knite did in his venture to teaching at the establishment. His boots made that lovely clacking sound as he walked the area, observing the plants and oddities around before coming into the shade of the shelter over the front door.
In he slipped, the big case first and then his cute little gaze around. Not knowing what the main lobby was going to look like. And he grinned all around, hungry eyes eating up the eye-candy. He walked in, taking notice to the older woman behind the window inside, and he stepped up, sitting the rectangular guitar case on it's bottom left corner and leaning to it, tapping the side of it to get her attention, shooting a smile at her when she'd ultimately look up.
"Excuse me, I--" he began before seeing her point to a QUIET sign. He covered his mouth for a second, massaging and then back to the case it went and he looked her back, let's try again..
<w> "Oh, excuse me Miss... I'm here for a job interview? A spot with the music department.." He smiled to her, but didn't get much back, she seemed very serious to her work, same as a DMV employee, a hard honest worker, but not worth trying to get smiles out of. His was pointed in another direction with that pen of hers, this time pointing to a seat beside a coffee table garnished with a few magazines. He nodded with a frown and going over there planting his clean attire into the seat, his case in the one beside it.
Tapping out a tune on his knee he seemed to be interrupted yet again, and it would be delicate, quiet, elevator music, in this case, waiting-room music. He sighed before putting a big smile on, glad to be there alltogether, and awaiting his calling. He could outwait Stallone in a bank with a sniper outside, an unusual reference but it showed his stamina with something he felt serious about.