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Grayson was going up practicing his scales. He looked around the room as he warmed up, it was a habit of his, the trumpet next to him was blatting, he tapped the man’s shoulder and told him that. The blonde then went back to his scales, messing up the B-flat major scale two or three times. 

He was still warming up when he felt someone tap on his shoulder. He looked at the male beside him with orange hair. “Hi!” he said in a cheery voice. The blonde held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Nico, I am Grayson,” He waited for the boy to shake his hand, he awkwardly put his hand down. “I really like your hair.”

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Nico’s immediate thought was that this person was crazy. Grayson’s first strike -- extending his hand for Nico to shake. As if that was going to happen. Nico had a huge problem with touching strangers, and he didn’t do well with touching friends, either, so it was no surprise when Grayson’s handshake went ignored.

He wasn’t able to find the words to speak, at first. He opened his mouth, but the only things he could think of to say were garbage. He sifted through his mind, hoping to find something actually worth mentioning. “Hi Grayson,” Nico chose eventually, “I like my hair, too.” Wow. He received a compliment and that’s what he came up with? Stop being such an asshole, Nico thought to himself, because that would totally happen. In ten million years, maybe.

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Grayson was actually pretty excited to be working with an art history major, it always impressed him that people would be able to learn about any kind of history, unless it was music, because he loved music so much.

When they got told about this project everyone in the room perked up, they loved the idea of projects, especially Grayson did. They got told their partners names and He was told Matthew was the name of his. He nodded. They were supposed to have a name tag on so it was easy to be found. 

The professor told the students to just wait a few minutes while he went to go and find the other professor and make sure they were on their way. While the professor stepped out, all of the students started warming up the instruments they were to play this semester, Grayson was to play his trumpet this semester.

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Nico picked up a name tag at the entrance to the classroom, quickly scribbling down “Matthew Nico” and pasting it onto his shirt. He stepped into the music room, met with an ungodly amalgam of all kinds of instruments warming up at the same time. He glanced around the room, squinting to read the students’ name tags, in search of “Grayson”. He wasn’t wearing glasses or contacts, so it was quite the struggle.

He paced over to the brass section, hoping that his partner would be there. A trumpet player with quiffed dark blonde hair sported a name tag that had “Grayson” sprawled across it in messy handwriting. Nico immediately approached the boy, tapping him on the shoulder. “We’re partners,” Nico introduced dryly. “I’m Matthew, but I go by my middle name, Nico. You’re Grayson?”

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In Nico’s opinion, music was stupid. It was just a collection of sounds. Sure, My Chemical Romance was good, and sometimes he could get behind what’s on the radio, but other than that he thought of it all as white noise.

So when his professor told him he would have to work with a music student for his next formative assignment, he was less than excited. A grimace on his face, Nico looked down the long list of names of partnered pairs to find his own. He discovered it next to “Grayson”. What the hell kind of name is Grayson? Whoever he was, he was probably an asshole.

“Okay, class, as soon as you’ve got your partner’s name you can follow me to the music hall,” said his professor. Nico immediately rose to his feet, trudging out of the classroom and down the stretch of the hallway to the music classroom.