Isaac could feel his heart thumping against his rib-cage, as if trying to force it's way out, so that he would avoid the pains of meeting new people. Nervous was an understatement to how he felt; it was almost as if he was more convinced jumping off a cliff into polar waters naked would be better at this point.
He pushed his ear-buds in farther, staring out of the window of his car, forgetting that he was driving for a moment. It was just enough that he looked away from the road, and managed to turn towards the house, stopping under an oak tree and turning the key so that the engine would shut off.
He jumped out of his car, leaving the door open, and sat on the hood of the grey SUV. He stared at the house, pulling his sunglasses off, and sighed. Is this really what I've driven all this way for? It best be worth it.
Isaac jumped off the hood, pushing the sunglasses back on, and closed the door to the driver's side before sprinting to the back of the car. He had packed lightly, which made him slightly more happy at this point, realising he would be quite pleased to avoid running up stairs more than he had to.
It was a single trip to his room, with three bags, which he tossed into the first room he found. And, to say the least, he was pleased; the room seemed comfortable to him, with a piano in the corner, and what he realised was books upon books of sheet music scattered in the cabinets. Isaac laughed happily, picking one up, and sitting down on his bed.
"If someone wants to speak to me, fine. Their choice. But they'll have to come in here..." His eyes gazed over the notes, humming a violin stanza from Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty Waltz".