eventually you'll say oops ; JUNGKYU!

[sang haneul]

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Starbucks was always the perfect place to do public writing, as pretentious writers go. Songwriters included. Actually, they were there because it was a quick place to meet outside of school that they could just walk in and walk out of. Haneul packed her papers in their her song writing folder that was titled, "SAGE's Ideasplash" at the end of their one hour song discussion session, because SAGE's seductress had a date to attend. Perking up and saying her goodbyes, she waved happily, ready to set out to her next spot where she would ponder strategies to promote their band. Her guitar case was attached by a slash that hung comfortable over her shoulders, swaying from side to side as the excited band member walked towards a flashy looking Korean cuisine. An elegantly attractive sign caught Haneul's attention when she passed it, double-taking and stepping back as if she saw someone familiar. She bent her knees on the sign's level to get a better look and read the decorative words out loud, "looking. for. baaaands. to. perform," enunciating the words between pauses as she looked at the smaller words that surrounded it. Considering checking this event out, Haneul bounced back onto her feet and tip-toed, looking through the window. Ooo, how fancy~ she cooed, doing a single handed fist pump at SAGE's potential gig before she took a step in the restaurant. The Palace surely did live up to it's name; it was nice, not having too much commotion unlike some other restaurants that got out of hand yet no one mans up to say it. Past all the tables that were filled with people, Haneul spotted a stage was it?, surrounded by a couple of other dressed tables facing it. At the bottom of the stage were people who looked like they were getting interviewed. That must be the restaurant owner! she thought to herself when she spotted a young man with his eyes on a notebook, diligently writing down what the musicians in front of him were saying. The people were definitely musicians, as a fellow musician can tell. She didn't feel like she quite fit in the be ready for an interview with her guitar slung over another backpack and all, and also being dressed in more or less casual school clothes. The other people looked older and more prepared for an interview situation which seemed to be happening as she watched. Haneul took an immediate liking to the place when she realized that it had her favorite foods and live music. She didn't notice that the scintillating piano music actually came from the real live acoustic grand piano. It was so good that she assumed it came from a track, playing through the stereos. As soon as the last people the man spoke to finished, Haneul strolled through the isles, slowly making her way to greet him, while still admiring the place. The people that he had been talking to passed her and made a noise that sounded like a snicker. A snicker? Hmph, those guys looked much older than her, so why aren't they big and famous yet? She put on a warm smile to hide her disgusted expression. "Hello! Are you perhaps... still looking for musicians?" she asked, rather suddenly while the man was still writing on that notebook of his. Maybe it was a bad idea to talk to an interviewer last minute, without any prepation. Haneul peered at his notebook with her lips tightly sealed, swaying with her hands held behind her back anxiously. The guitar case that was resting on her backpack mirrored her swaying as well. 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[/i] Another day another task at hand. Kyu pulled himself out of bed and grabbed the alarm clock, trying to figure out a way to shut it up. Who changed the alarm? He rolled his eyes at the irritating device and stuffed it under his covers. Kyu began whacking the blasted clock, hoping he would hit the off switch somehow in the process. He had no idea whose alarm it was so he had no qualms about destroying it. You couldn’t blame a guy for being grumpy in the morning. It messed with his biological clock. For two years, he had been sleeping at 2 a.m and waking at 11 a.m. Kyu had became a nocturnal ever since the opening of The Palace. The Palace served dinner and lunch on weekends, which explained his irregular working hours. Gone were the days of leaving the lab at 7pm and sleeping by 11pm. Not that it bothered him. Oh no it did not, he felt much more accomplished this way.

Finally, silence. Closing his eyes in contentedness, he lay back down and pulled out the alarm clock. 10.30am, shit. He sat up again, wincing in agony. ”Auditions” he cried out, jumping out of bed. Kyu showered and changed quickly. He pulled out a shirt and jeans. It was not a day for formal wear, he had always loved casual wear. Plus his hyung would probably get suspicious if he went to work so early today.

Maybe not he thought to himself, glancing at Minki who was asleep or dead, nah he was probably hung over. Kyu shook his head sadly, wondering where the responsible, happy hyung went. Kyu stopped on his way out and decided to prepare to coffee and tea. As much as he loathed seeing Minki like that, he still cared very much for his hyung. Preparing the after hang over drinks were a piece of cake, so he didn’t mind doing them.

Scribbling a quick note on the table, he headed downstairs. Manager Joong was as punctual as ever, waiting for JungKyu seemed like a test to his patience. He regarded Jungkyu with a disapproving look for his tardiness. Kyu managed an apologetic smile. Yes he was the co-owner of the restaurant but Manager Joong was the oldest had the most experience when in came to managing a restaurant, and Kyu happily gave him the respect he deserved. In fact, it was Manager Joong who suggested that The Palace hire a live band on weekends, since the profits were good. It would be an investment. Jungkyu didn’t see anything wrong with the idea, the only problem he could foresee was upsetting his hyung by not hiring him. So these auditions were held in secret. Not secret secret but still, he’d prefer if his Hyung not find out about it.

A few hours passed and Kyu had to admit he’d seen some talent in the making. He was never a music kid but he had his two cents to offer on some of the bands. He’d actually like some of the bands but Manager Joong had deemed them as ‘inexperienced’ or ‘trashy’. ”It’s all about the image Mr. Oh” Manager Joong told him, as if he were offering him sage advice. Kyu nodded lightly at that comment, turning his attention back to the notes. classy band. Too old perhaps? Maybe not he scribbled down next to the band name, marking a question mark. He flipped back to the previous page, doodling random cutesy drawings of food. He was planning out the special menu at the request of some director. He had forgotten the name but dismissed that as irrelevant. To an extent, the Palace was pretty fancy. It definitely did not cater to teenagers and their study hours. It was more for the family and business clientele.

Kyu looked up abruptly in mid-doodle. Was she talking to him? He looked around, Manager Joong was at the door with the previous band, looking rather content. Ah that seals the deal he thought to himself, trying to decide if he liked the band too.

Speaking of which, he turned back to the girl- lady- woman? Girl, he settled on calling her the girl for now. She was here to audition? He caught her trying to look at his notes. Normally he wouldn’t care but it seemed inappropriate to be doodling at a time like this. He nodded, setting the notebook down on the adjacent chair. ”Uh, yes why?” he asked, looking up at her. Just then, he spotted the guitar swaying behind her backpack. ”Oh you’re the musician! Okay… uh how old are you?” he asked, standing up. She looked like a high school girl. Maybe it was a costume?
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[sang haneul]

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[/b] he said with a small smile. There were two things in his mind right now. One her age and two he was trying to hint to her that a high school band wouldn't exactly fit the family and business clientele The Palace catered to.

On the other hand, playing as an individual would fit the bill rather nicely. Manager Joong would naturally prefer a more, uh, matured individual but Kyu was perfectly fine with letting her have a shot, as long as she had the talent of course. "We"re looking for individuals" he nodded with a kind smile. The requirements were open to individuals and bands but he didn't feel like telling her that a high school band did not sound fine. Just to be sure, Kyu took a side way glance at Manager Joong. He was still preoccupied with the band but it looked like he had reached an agreement with them.

Concealing his ‘please use your indoor voice’ face, Kyu managed a weak smile. ”Erm, he’s the one you’re going to have to impress with your music. How about you tell me about yourself” he told her, sounding nothing like a request but a direction. ”Your name is?” he asked, picking up his notebook from the chair. He flipped past his random cutesy doodles unto a fresh page. Name; Age, seventeen; Talent, maybe; he wrote down. Truth was, he had no idea what he was doing. Manager Joong was the one who would handle all the administration related work; Kyu was the happy go lucky kind of person and he figured writing in a notebook would make him look professional. He had picked up a few interview skills from Manager Joong in the past hours. Be cynical, critical and controlling. Maybe that wasn’t the lesson, after all Manager Joong was like that 24/7. So, Kyu decided to take this interview into his own less wrinkled hands.

Gesturing to the chair next to him, he sat down as well. ”I’m Jung~” he stopped mid sentence, realizing that this was a formal situation. Although he was still young, he knew when to act formally. ”Mr. Oh. he made a face after saying that. Kyu hated introducing himself as Mr. Oh. It felt weird because his dad was Mr. Oh, he was just Jungkyu. ”Never mind, just call me Jungkyu” he decided in small triumph. She was a high school kid there shouldn’t be any talk of formalness.

Kyu looked at the interviewee curiously. In all honesty, he admired her courage for walking into such a place. However, he was rather worried that she couldn’t handle a job like this. There were long night hours in store for whoever got the job. Kyu just couldn’t see how a high school girl like her would be able to handle it. His worries would probably stem from this liking to the gutsy interviewee. You couldn’t blame him. I mean you would too if you spent a whole morning looking at distraught musicians with washed up dreams and nowhere to go. [/ul][/size]

I'll pretty-fy it later! rushing out :3 hectic days T.T

[sang haneul]

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[/b] he withheld the random bit of information that the guinea pig he had as a child was called Hanuel as well. With that being said, Kyu scribbled down her name and drew a girl stick figure next to it. He looked up as she carried on talking about giving it her best. He smiled back at her,”Honestly, you’re actually the first high school girl to walk in with a guitar. Let’s just hope you have the talent to match that bravado yes?” He nodded slowly, half business half kidding. He figured that going into full on boss mode would probably freak her out.

Her enthusiasm was refreshing but he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It just made her seem more like a kid than a mature talent musician. However, talent had nothing to do with maturity so Jungkyu did not make any effort to kill her cheerful disposition, yet. ”Heh, sure” he nodded weakly at her enthusiastic reply before glancing over in Manager Jung’s direction. ”How about now, let me just get Manager Jung over here” he waved towards the manager’s direction ”You can get ready now but if you need a little privacy or whatever, washroom is right behind that door with the picture of a lady on it. Avoid the blue picture of a man at all cost got it?” he looked at her again, wondering if that direction was a little too detailed. Seriously, you’d be surprised at the number of people who get confused by the gender in the pictures. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the patrons were always half drunk but it paid to be cautious.

Leaving her to herself, Jung approached Manager Jung who seemed satisfied. Odd. He thought to himself, Very Odd. Manager Jung proceeded to inform him that the previous musician was very good and that it would do the Palace good if he were hired. In other words, he was hired. ”But there’s one more auditionee” he protested looking over in Hanuel’s direction. Manager Jung followed his gaze and dismissed it quickly. ”Hold the audition if you please Mr. Oh, I have to see to tonight’s service”

Kyu’s eyes widened, great how was he going to let down a high school girl? He was never good with breaking bad news especially not to girls. Something about the way Korean girls cried that makes your heart melt. He hoped she wouldn’t cry. No she wouldn’t, Haneul seemed much stronger than that. Nevertheless, what was he to do?

Kyu walked to the mini platform. He decided to go ahead with the audition. Not because he was afraid to tell her no but because he had a brother whose hopes were almost crushed because people were stingy with second chances. ”Uh he had a tummy ache, bad rice…or something” he explained with a weak smile, ”So I guess it’s just you and me hmm?” he gestured towards the stage, ”Whenever you’re ready Miss Hanuel”

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