After a long day at band the busses finally pulled in and the only thing left to do was unload the trailers. Dylan sighed and looked around everyone was gathered in the aisle ready to unload and get home. It is Dylan's turn to unload the trailers and the only good thing about it is the fact that he gets to admire the beautiful percussion aid, Luke. He smiled and stood making his way off the bus and to the trailers. The line is already passing things down so he picks up a couple instruments and walks them inside. Everyone is complaining and ranting about how late it is and Dylan rolls his eyes like if they'd stop complaining and just get it over with they could all get home faster. He puts the instruments down in the middle of the room and goes back out, and if he was walking slower than normal, no one really noticed. He was in his own little world as he made his way inside the trailer once more. Dylan was ripped from his own world when a body bumped into him and a pain shot through his foot. He looked down to see a tuba case resting on his foot. Holding back tears he looked up and met a beautiful creature with stunning eyes. Luke.
