Thinking and certain now that this was no more than a prank meant to tease her she had thrown herself into her music. She did not believe she was an artist or a great composer but her master; the title for the one that taught you and conducted the orchestra, had asked for an original piece and she was only too happy to oblige. So between her notes she paused, reread and then mimicked the motions of her bow to fully imagine the piece and all it's notes. Those she was note happy with were erased and replaced with what she assumed would sound better. It was while contemplating her notes that she perchance heard mention of her name and from surprise dropped her pencil with a clatter to the ground, catching her music book which otherwise would soon have followed.
Even she felt shame at how easily she frightened, in her mind she was a much more confident person, a person she happily became when On Wrld, but that was only digital, pixels and electronics, and she always had to return to this world where she was nothing but a shell hiding a deeper personality within. She frowned at the fallen instrument of writing, while she had others in her bag she was rather fond of writing music with just that one pencil. Glancing to where her name had come from she spied the music playing boy and a girl with him, apparently two of the four others she was supposed to work with. About to announce herself as Yoshiko she was cut off by the other girl who turned out to be Miu.
Without the confidence to speak up now, assuming she had missed her cue, she instead concentrated on getting back the pencil which had rolled a foot or so away. Carefully she unfastened the belt that kept her stable and safe in the chair and shimmied towards the edge of the seat. Her good foot upon the ground and out of the stirrup she bent over, fingertips barely catching the pencil's edge but only serving to push it further away. “Oh darn.” She uttered in a quiet tone to herself, shifting slightly more and attempting her leg to take the weight of her body, her damaged leg soft upon the ground, and as she bent this time to reach her pencil she fell from her chair completely, her music book hitting the ground as she fell to her one good knee and her hands.
Scarlet was the hue of her cheeks as she realised what had happened, and with the most sheepish of her hands she reached for the pencil that had inadvertently caused her fall. Now she had not only ignored her two team mates but also embarrassed herself in front of them, worse still was that it had surprisingly hurt and she was sure her knee and palms were scratched as tears stung her eyes from the damaged legs awkward angle. This was not the best way to start a new friendship, in fact she wouldn't be surprised if they laughed at her now, or perhaps turned an even more pitying gaze upon her. The worst part of all was how she wasn’t' certain she could get up again unaided. Baka