If We Start at Zero.. (open)

<div align=center>Classes over, Seamus had gone back to his room to get his guitar and was now going back into the school building. His destination, the music room. Once he got there, though, he was a little disappointed to discover someone else was already in there. He heard the sounds of music coming from the room, but didn't know who was in there or how many people. It sounded like just one instrument, but who knew. He was tempted to peak in, but the door made a creak as he begun to try and he immediately started walking away from the room.

Guitar on his back, Seamus was now headed towards one of the many empty rooms on the academy's third floor. He usually went to the music room after his classes to play, but since someone was already there, he went to his plan B. It wasn't often someone made it to the music room before him, but when it did happen he always went to a specific empty room to play his guitar. No one ever asked him about it either, that was because no one ever knew. For some reason he found himself uncomfortable playing his guitar and singing around other people. Perhaps it was because music was a form of opening up, and he didn't really like doing that. His goal, his purpose... was to get others to open up, to help others feel better. His own emotions and issues would only get in the way of that, wouldn't they? He wanted to help shoulder other's burdens, not deposit his own onto them.

He finally entered a room, one of the last ones, not bothering to close the door behind him. The room was dusty, abandoned... and kind of lonely. The room felt lonely. Perhaps it had missed him, then, as he seemed to be it's only company nowadays. Dust was everywhere except for one spot, one human size spot. At the back of the room the teacher's desk still sat unmoved and the floor by it wasn't as dusty as the rest of the room. Seamus walked through the room to his spot, watching dust particles fly about as he saw them in the little bits of sunlight that went through the room. He removed the guitar case from his back and placed it on the ground once he reached his spot. Then, after taking a deep breath, he sat down in front of the teacher's desk, his back resting against it. He didn't worry much about getting dust on his jeans or sweatshirt, and he wasn't wearing his hat.

He didn't have very long, he had studying to do and he had also promised one of the teacher he would help them with an issue later on. But for now, just for a little bit, he had this time to himself and his guitar. A little outlet for his ears only. Before playing he made sure to check his guitar was in tune, which it was, and then he began playing. Nothing in particular, he was messing around with chords... essentially creating his own song. What he was playing sounded sad though, and it seemed to fit the lonely room, but it did not seem to fit him.</div>

<div align=center>Seamus kept on playing, not really paying attention to his surroundings. There was no need to, because it shouldn't have been any different from any other day he came here to play. So, he was a little zoned out, thinking about the this and the that. The music he was playing seemed to get more emotional the more he zoned out, something that always seemed to happen when he played. Not that he always played sad songs, mind you. He still wasn't playing anything particular, just playing what felt right to play. He did that often but never recorded what he played... perhaps he should start. It was rather wasteful to allow the music he created to just disappear because of his absent-minded playing.

It was only after a while that he noticed someone had entered the room, invaded his privacy. It was almost enough to cause him to abruptly end his playing, but he did not want to be rude to this person, no matter how much he didn't want others hearing his music. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and then went on to wrap up the music, keeping an eye on this stranger. She didn't seem to be paying him much attention, instead she was focused on what she was doing. She seemed to have been dancing the whole time, and she wasn't bad at it either. She was pretty good, even. She seemed kind of tired, but even still her dancing was good and that was pretty impressive. Not everyone could maintain their skill when exhausted. Dancing, though not something he himself was particularly good at, was nice to watch. It was just one more way people could be creative and express themselves, and Seamus enjoyed things like that.

Finally wrapping up the song, Seamus gently placed his guitar back into the case and stood up, dusting himself off a bit. "Ah... Hello, miss." He said the words softly and his usual smile returned to his face. "That was some impressive dancing, you seemed to really enjoy it, too."He didn't bring up anything about his playing or his need for privacy, or how he was bothered she had showed up. He was over that, now. Meeting new people was a good thing that he enjoyed, so he wouldn't let any of that stuff bother him and ruin it. "It's nice to meet you, miss. My name's Seamus, may I ask for yours?" He introduced himself as he usually did and politely asked for her to do the same.

Though he had stood up, he was unsure if he should approach this new person or not. He stayed standing in his spot next to his guitar case, deciding to let her make the decision. Everyone had their own personal space rules, after all. He didn't really have any, though... Was that strange? He was comfortable with what everyone else was comfortable with, for the most part. At least, he'd never been in an uncomfortable situation before..</div>

<div align=center>The intruder made her way over, sitting on the dusty desk next to him. He watched as she shifted around to make herself comfortable on the desk and laughed a bit at her response. "Yeah, well... fair enough." he shrugged, "There are varying levels of passion, though." Not everyone would bother to find the source of every music they heard and start dancing, after all. Not everyone would dance whenever they got the chance, even if they did like dancing. He concluded from this that this person was quite passionate about dancing.

"Well, Lilly, you're looking pretty good yourself." He responded to being called 'cute'. Though he himself had no intentions on flirting, he didn't know Lilly and couldn't tell if her winks and comments were joking or not. He took mental notes on those actions, deciding to try and figure that out along the way. But for now, back to the conversation. His eyes darted away for a second at the mention of him playing guitar, but he quickly returned them to her. He crossed his arms and thought for a moment before offering an answer, "Ah, it's been a while... maybe seven years? Yeah, that sounds about right." She scooted closer and she had a goofy little smile. Well, she didn't seem to have a large personal space bubble so far. The goofy way she had her head tilted and was smiling was kind of cute, though, and he couldn't help but smile a bit more.

He nodded at the mention of her own preference of instrument and mentioned a friend who she thought played better than her. Interesting and nice to know. So she danced and played music, more of a performer than one of those people who would rather sit in an office for the rest of their life, he assumed. "Mmm.. I've been around long enough. I go to the college classes, I major in psychology... then I spend some time playing... and I usually offer to help one teacher or another with something that needs to get done." He hadn't seen Lilly around and assumed she wasn't a college student. Either that or she just had a different major, which was possible. But still, he felt he'd have seen her before if she was a college student. But if she wasn't and he was off helping people and doing work, then it was reasonable why he'd never seen her before and why she hadn't seen him.</div>