Walking into the room, Ewan couldn’t help but admire the wall of instruments that clung to the wall, ready for the next student to use. He however would not be borrowing one and signing his name with the baby blue ostrich quill for he had his trusty, yet slightly worn ukulele. Setting his bag down next to the closest comfortable chair, he reached down and pulled it out lovingly, take his time when removing the olive-green silk cloth that was enclosed around it. Leaning back into the chair, he ran his hands up and down the neck of it for a movement, his mind lost for a moment. After a moment, his hands moved to the strings and he began to play, still not fully paying attention to the instrument in his hands or the room around him.