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Today was the inauguration of the Onshoukai and boy, was Kazuki excited, not to mention anxious.

He jumped several times in place with the same excited grin in his face, without fading away even for a second.

The classes had already ended. Hurried footsteps echoed through the hallways as the students hurried for their own clubs.

Outside in the trackfields, people could be seen running while shouting 'FIGHT-O! FIGHT-O!'.

Some others were playing football in the field nearby, and they too were shouting, 'Pass, pass! Shoot! Nice pass!'.

There was also the faint sound of people moving around with their sneakers in the gym not too far away from the fields.

The orange light of the afternoon filtered into the room, making for a relaxing tone of orange that enveloped the room. It was quiet too, and even the faintest of sounds could be made out.

Really peaceful and calm... were it not for the excitable redhead standing at the center of the room and fiddling with everything he could get his hands on.

He had some snacks, like fries and even some traditional Japanese sweets, and drinks, including soda, beer and juice, for whoever might come this way, and he nervously moved them all across the table to find just the perfect place for them.

Even if the people coming were just did it because they were curious, or even if they were only new students looking for something to pass time with, Kazuki wanted them to stay there even if it is only for the refreshments.

Unlike other clubs, he wasn't about to invite his new club members for a round of drinks, but he did have some alcohol he secretly managed to get into the school with some help of a fellow music loving professor, who was also the one making the rounds for the floor the clubroom was in.

However, the amount of alcohol he had brought with himself wasn't much. He didn't want his club members getting drunk and sloppy.

The reason for this was fairly simple and straightforward. His microphone was right in front of the table the school had given him, it should be fairly obvious for anyone joining this club because they saw the 'Music Appreciation' bit of the title.

The room had walls of a boring brown color, a gray rug, a table standing at the center and two sofas (procured by Kazuki, must be added) stacked against the wall.



It was rather simple, but that was only their clubroom, where they'd spent their lax time.

The main dish would be the Recording Room Kazuki was allowed to use for whenever they needed to practice, after making a really convincing case of how they could actually disturb the other clubs with the sound they would make.

The radio club only had activities during the morning and lunchbreaks, so the recording room was theirs from the afternoon onwards and until the campus had to close their doors, which was fairly late too (around eight or so).

He had the key for the recording room, his trusty microphone, several refreshments and a lot of free time in his hands. The perks of not having a girlfriend, perhaps.

He just hoped that everyone else also brought their instruments with themselves, so they could get to practicing right away.

"All right...! This is going to be the best band ever, I'm sure of it." He said to himself with fire in his eyes.

Now, if only people started showing up...

"Now!" He turned to the door every now and then, to see if someone actually showed up.

Her instruments were swaying lightly as she walks and she couldn't help but feel excited. "What would mother think if she saw me on a stage, I wonder..."
She wanders around the building aimlessly, looking for the club room. "I wonder where it is... It was supposed to be near here.." she pokes her head inside of many empty classes and finally decides to stop and check whether or not she was even in the right area. "Yup...I am in the correct area so..."
She could see students walking quickly, obviously in a rush. She worried due to the fact that going fast was never her strong suit. She began to speed up so that she didn't cause anyone any inconveniences and to get out of the crowd.
Her instruments were banging the side of her legs as she walked with her head slightly down and her bangs falling over her face.
"Ah! I see it!" She looked forward and saw a sign with the words 'Music Appreciation' written. "Finally," she said as she sighed.
Red. She could see something red inside of the room and continued to walk forward. She noticed after a while that it was a boy around her age. She pops her head inside to see him clearly and stares at his hair for a while "How beautiful". She realizes afterwards that she said this aloud and blushes lightly but manages to shake it off quickly. "Ah..Your hair is a beautiful color... I am here to sign up for the club?" She says in a quiet voice as she smiles and sets her instruments down gently.
The room was much to her appeal. It was a small room that looked very comfortable. She hadn't been in a room like this in a long time. Her smile grew a little bit wider as she took everything in. "Ok, let's try our best this year Umi."
@GrafRoy Zeppeli

When Kazuki thought he might as well go sit down and wait for them, someone actually came through the door. It was a girl with blue hair.

Really pretty, if he might add.

"What, my hair? Well, I get it a lot." With a confident smile in his face, he gave Umi a thumbs up. "And you are in the right place! I am Kazama Kazuki."

She put his hand against his chest as he introduced himself. "But then, you already knew that. I am the president of this Music Appreciation Society, or 'Onshoukai', for short. Well, president, vocalist and often times reliable senpai."

He bowed down as he went on with his introduction. "A pleasure to meet you." and just as he said that, another girl came into the room. "Ah, another one! Great!"

He bowed down again, "Welcome! To the Onshoukai! I am Kazama Kazuki." Just as he introduced himself again, he remembered something really important. "Ah."

He turned on his heel and hurried for his backpack, before producing from them a pair of club requests handed to him by the club committe... or whatever. He wasn't one to remember every single name of every single organization.

"If you wanna join, please fill this, you two." He placed both pieces of paper in the table. "You have to put your name, major, age and here in the comments section, fill it in with the kind of instrument you play. This is only the first step to becoming the best band ever!" He pumped his fist to the air as he shouted that.

"Also, help yourself to some refreshments. There's some beer, but don't tell anyone about it." He put a single finger in front of his mouth, "And don't let yourself be swayed by this boring-looking room. We can embellish it with some cool looking posters and more! And you won't believe what I got the teachers to lend me! The key to the recording room!"

The boy was so excited that the only thing stopping him from jumping up and down was the fact that it would seem extremely childish, despite the fact that he was already being childish as it was, speaking nonstop like he was.

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@WaddleDaisy@sakurasan

Tamaki stood by the doorway of the club, listening in on what was going on inside. Others had already shown up, which meant that she wouldn’t have to deal with awkward loneliness. The club president certainly had some enthusiasm, judging by the speed and volume of his chattering. That was apparent even before showing up, nobody printed out and placed that many posters around campus on a whim. That worried her a little bit, some of the most obsessive music fans had the worst taste in music.

She peeked he head in the doorway and watched the other students talk. She had seen the purple-haired girl around the engineering department’s buildings before, but they weren’t very close. Tamaki didn’t know the either of the red haired students at all, but she was able to figure out which one had founded the club by listening to the conversation.

A few moments later, Tamaki stepped all the way into the doorway. She stood there wearing her long black coat and holding her bulky briefcase that she stored her music gear and schoolwork in. She didn’t say anything, but stepped in a little closer and did her best to make a small smile. When there was a pause the conversation, she simple said “Uh, hi.”

Haise Umi

As she was about to say that it was nice to meet him, she could hear someone introduce themselves and turned to her. "Nice to meet you as well" she said with a smile and bowed her head for a second before lifting it up when another person came into the room. She had wonderful maroon colored hair and immediately introduced herself as a new member. She had already met two members of the club and was very excited.

Uwaaaa~ My first time joining a club..I hope it goes well.

Just as she thought that, another person came into the room. She could tell that she was a bit awkward at the time as she smiled. She knew that she had seen her around and replied quickly. “Hello. You are an electrical engineering major, no? I have seen you around there. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Minae Umi.” She gave her a sweet smile. This was all just her best attempt to make her feel a little more comfortable. She knew her major due to the fact that she loved to look around at the people around her just in case she ever needed to know.
@tanderbolt@WaddleDaisy

Mitsuru was very good at covering the evidence, and by the time he had settled in his new environment, secured the small apartment rented by his parents, and found the quickest route to campus (28 minutes walking. 35 walking more preferably), none but his brother new that this "grand journey of self-discovery" his parents had so hastily eaten up involved him enrolling in a grand total of 1 class.

Mitsuru had enrolled himself in a single class. Deceiving his parents as he had didn't fill him with as much remorse as it would have were he not confident in the idea that this was right for her, and that her parents simply wouldn't understand. The education he intended to receive involved very little in the way of classroom lectures. Though, based on what little information he could gather about it, this music club seemed like it might reveal some of that something for which he maintained his continual search, that thing that would reveal where he and Japan overlap, and with any luck, he might find some interesting people there; almost as good, he might find some friends.

Mitsuru moved leisurely in the general direction of the club room (when it came to travel, he valued congeniality over efficiency), stopping every so often to adjust the music currently playing through his earphones, music he was currently listening to on a cassette. Although certainly not his format of choice, Mitsuro's brother Suzaku's relentless eccentricity apparently dictated that all sibling mixtapes be constructed in accordance with his ongoing expedience to make Mitsuro's "journey" bare as much resemblance as possible to a coming-of-age novel. Or maybe Suzaku just liked cassettes. Sometimes it was hard to tell. In any case the music was superb; an immaculate curation of minimal electronic tunes, 7 from Japan and 7 from America. Suzaku always took pride in his blatant symbolism, a fact Mitsuro found endlessly amusing.

When she eventually came upon the ajar door of the Onshoukai club room, Mitsuro's first glance inside very nearly destroyed his natural composure. Seeing such a drab brown room seemingly filled to the brim with hair and attire so colorful and ostentatious as to suggest utter resentment for the very concept of monochromaticity, he couldn't help but feel as he had just stepped inside a dusty gumball machine, and to a Ryoji Ikeda soundtrack no less. One of these girls even had on a tuxedo. A tuxedo! And he loved it. Despite his own nondescript loose-fitting clothing and noticeably unstyled brown hair (not to mention generally unassuming stature), Mitsuro had a great fondness for people unafraid to stand-out.

As Mitsuro's soft chuckling ceased and faded into a subtle but undeniably warm smile (something of a rarity for Mitsuro, especially amongst unfamiliar people), he gently removed his earbuds, pocketed his cassette player, and without removing his hands from his pockets and without addressing anyone in particular, let out a soft but unafraid "Hi"