So I went to the student groups / club fair,

being careful not to come in contact with the choir peoples peopling the choir booth. As I finished up my business at the fair and was about to leave, I notice a guy sitting under a black and white poster reading "Musicians' Club" which was being completely dwarfed by the choir booth right next to it.

I know about this club; it's mostly just a social group that gets together and does... musician-like stuff. I hadn't joined this group in the past because it felt too rock/jazz/stuff-oriented rather than classically-oriented, but now I knew it could get me some desperately-needed connections and experiences. I grit my teeth and walked up, waving a brief hello to the choir peoples at the choir peoples booth (and interrupting a below-mentioned fevered pitch, oops).

The poor guy looked so lonely under his understated poster; I asked where his partner was (booths are usually manned by at least two people...).

"Just me today, my partner-in-crime is out of town."

I pick up the pen by the mailing list sign-up sheet that only had one name on it, probably his own.

"What do you play?" he asked. I tell him.

He tells me that my writing my name on the sheet made him really happy, given his relative... loneliness sitting around there all morning while choir peoples were making fevered pitches at prospective singers (they really were).

I leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't let them hear this, but I'm actually with the choir, and I'm not going back to them this year because I want to get a band going... that's where your club comes in. With you I may actually be able to get off the ground."

That totally made his day.