((*puppy dog face* Please~ Onee-chan? :3

Edit; Gah! I was ninjaed!))

Brandon roused himself from his sleep and sat up, his movements at first sluggish from not being totally awake. He looked slightly paler than usual; it was how he always was when he first woke up. His dreams were often hellish, leaving him to wake up in a cold sweat and a horrified look on his face, but this one had not been so bad and it took very little to ease his rabbit-paced heart.

After a few minutes, he checked his watch and decided it was best to get ready. He gathered up anything he needed and went to the showers. That was the one thing he hated about camp. Group showers. He liked his privacy. He showered quickly and dried himself off half-heartedly before getting dressed and stepping back out into the open, shivering slightly as the small breeze hit him and caused his still-damp hair to chill him. He sneezed. And people wondered why he wore such heavy clothes in the summer! 

   Pheory sat up on her bed with her journal open as she wrote about what she was doing today and about her wild dream she had last night. She looked down at her watch checking to see how much time she had left. Pheory slid to the sid of her bed and stood up, stretching her back and arms. She lifted the lournal back up and began to write again, tripping over a few of her things which were all in small pile on the ground from when she had tried to find her toothbrush yesterday. She opened the door and walked outside.

   Pheory set her book down, closing it and putting it under her arm as she looked around. It seemed like only a few people were up, most of them she knew but couldn't remember their names.

Jason sighed, trudging up to the stage. He sat down near the back of the stage, next to another girl playing the tenor sax. He ignored her, more focused on trying to blend in and disappear like a chameleon. A few people were chatting avidly, others more intent on setting up their instruments. All the different emotions around him were making his head swirl. 

He felt out of place sitting with the rest of the group. Smart, funny, loud people who were all having fun playing the instruments they loved. Jason would rather poke needles in his eyes. He didn't do public places. They just weren't his thing.

He pried open his saxophone case and, hazel eyes focused on the ground, he pulled off his favorite necklaces and tucked them in his pocket. Then he popped the reed in his mouth and started to as-semble his sax. The entire time he had a throbbing headache.