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.”