[center][color=violet][h3]Grayson Stevens[/h3][/color]
[color=violet]Location:[/color] Entering Callaway Hall, 3E
[color=violet]Interacting with:[/color] Chance Calhoun [@McHaggis]

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Grayson Stevens was as prompt as he could be. In his mother's own words, "If you get there early, there's nothing to worry about, right?" Grayson had a [i]really[/i] hard time believing that. Maybe it was the inner cynic from deep inside his brain, but he always thought that something could go wrong.  The sweatervest sporting boy tried to bite those pessimistic thoughts back. This was New York City, one of Grayson's favorite places in the world. This was a prestigious college for those who wanted to follow their dreams. He would have to hope for the best, was all he was sure of.

Or fake it until he made it. Whichever one came first.

Arriving around eight that morning, Grayson had basically left his stuff in the dorm room and immediately left. He wanted to see the university campus for a while, and even head out for New York City. He learned firsthand that NYC traffic isn't the best thing to experience in the world, and ended up not going far before he decided to head back to the dorms. At the very least, he had plans either today or later on in the semester to go visit the [b]Dream Up Festival[/b]. Everything about the Dream Up Festival just called out to Grayson. If he was able to make the trip, he would definitely enjoy it, he figured.

As he walked back to his room, determined to get some unpacking done, his shoulders back and his posture stiff, he watched as other first years roamed about. Sure, this was move in day, but he almost wondered if they had anything to do other than roam about. Practice on their craft, be it singing, dancing, art, or whatever. At the very least, it would be a good way to start out the long school year.

Although, that might have only been the thoughts of an overachiever there.

As he approached the dorm, he stopped in place, hearing a voice loudly sing out. He furrowed his brows slightly to try to hear where it was coming from, only to recognize that it was coming from the dorm room he shared. The brunette’s eyebrows raised slightly. Well, at least someone was trying to warm themselves up. For a moment, he wondered if they were another broadway division student or if they were a music division student.

Placing a hand on the door knob, he turned it, opening the door to the dorm room. Only one person at this time? The other two roommates either haven’t showed up yet, or dumped their stuff and went to do something, he figured.

Walking towards his own bed, he looked over at his roommate, who was currently listening to music. Well, it wasn’t [i]practice[/i], he figured, but hey. Any kind of singing was good singing in Grayson’s books. At first, Grayson didn’t say anything, rubbing the back of his neck, before bending down to drag his suitcase from under his bed to get started on unpacking.

[color=violet]“Is that French?”[/color] he asked, trying to start up conversation, before adding, [color=violet]“Err.. Partial French?”[/color] He paused for a minute before deciding to backpedal, saying:

[color=violet]“What I [i]meant[/i] to say was… looks like we’re roommates.”[/color]