The musician's eyes shifted about as he held his trumpet in front of him. They looked from rim to rim of his mask and then back ahead of him. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he set his trumpet down in his lap. The mask that covered almost his entire face, save for his eyes and mouth, felt as if it was constricting him. Lifting it off a bit, a gust of air blew through before it was back on his face. The tuxedo on his body seemed to tighten as well. "If there is anyone out there, please, come forth. I do not wish to harm you," he called out.