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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 10, 2013 22:21:26 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 618 tag(s): Eric date: April 25th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… It was finally time for a day off. Kind of. The placement was a bit odd as it was in the middle of the week, and he was still technically at a job. However, today the job in particular was right below his home and it was one he had been familiar with for as long as he could remember. Really, it may as well have been considered a part of their home rather than a separate section of the building. So, even if he was working there, it didn't feel the same as when he was at the tailor's. It was comfortable and pleasant enough. There was something relaxing about the shop's light gray walls, the black counters, and the instruments that lined the wall. Perhaps it was just the familiarity he found soothing, but either way it was never too much of a chore for him to be there. Kyu-Sik sat on a stool behind the main counter, tapping a pen to the surface with his cellphone to his ear. " Yes, I'll take care of it… yes… The one with the crystal mouthpiece?" He tilted his head for a moment as he leaned back and took a quick glance into the store's back room. He silently nodded to himself as he kept listening and taking notes. " Right… Of course, I'll try to have it done… A burrito at a sushi restaurant? Well-" His brow furrowed briefly in confusion. " Oh. Oh, no, I'll just dig something out of the fridge later… Yes. I'll see you tonight then. Take your time." Aaaaand call end. That phone call took a bit longer than usual, but right after its end the young man sorting out his to-do list. He knew that his parents never liked to leave the store completely alone with someone else for long, even if it was him. However, it was also a rare event that they had a real outing together during the week, and he insisted that he didn't mind handling the business alone for the afternoon. It wouldn't have been the first time he had done it and they deserved the time off together. Although he did have work of his own that he needed to complete, he wasn't the type of person who would let his father down. It was all about coming up with a proper to-do list so that he could manage his time wisely. There was… putting new keypads on a saxophone, restringing a violin, and hand sewing some buttons on a few things for later. Those were the only major chores, so it wouldn't be too bad. They were all fairly simple task aside from the fact that they could be fairly time consuming if he wanted to do everything correctly. He stared at the list in a momentary pause, crossed out something, wrote something in its place, and then finally nodded to himself. Restringing the violin would be the first thing to complete on his list, as it would ideally be the least time consuming. He pushed the counter bell toward the center of the main desk and got up to quickly check a few things around the store. The door was already unlocked and the chimes weren't tangled. No one would come in without being noticed. It was a bit quiet, though… The violin in the back room awaited him, but it wouldn't hurt to turn on some sort of music first. Kyu-Sik went back to the main desk, this time to pull up a music list on the computer. After a quick mental debate between classical and contemporary, he settled on Andrew Bird. Seemed appropriate for working on a violin, and who didn't like string instruments? |
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Post by ERIC KOBAYASHI on Feb 12, 2013 19:03:49 GMT -8
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Eric walked down the streets of downtown Los Angeles and unfortunately he was lost. In one hand, he held printed instructions that were supposed to lead him to a store called “Amoeba Music.” Instead, the map that he now knows to be inaccurate led him instead to a woman’s clothing store. That was definitely not fun for a multitude of reasons.
First of all, he wanted to go a music store not a clothing store. That part could have been annoying to anyone. Eric, being the mature and calm person that he was shrugged it off easily. But, something strange was going on. He had not dated or even touched a woman since his last girlfriend. Her suicide had been a hard blow on him and he had not looked at women in a sexual way since. So why was it that the moment he stepped in front of the store, a multitude of the women that walked out of it stopped, stared, and then began coming onto him. Most men would probably enjoy the idea of having numerous women swarming around them, batting their eyelashes, and showing off their best aesthetics.
Not Eric. He did not need the attention they gave him and he certainly did not need to smell like the perfume section of a Macy’s Eric noted when the wind changed direction. What made things even more embarrassing was that he had run. When the women began coming towards him he ran without a second thought. One or two of them had even chased him. He lost them eventually but it ashamed him that he ran instead of turning them down politely.
Now he was lost in an area of Los Angeles that was unfamiliar to him with his guitar strapped to his back and a useless map that did not show the area he was in. He was tired from having run so much and wished that he had his car back. But no, his car was parked back near that woman’s clothing store that he would remember to never visit again.
The Los Angeles heat was beginning to get to him and he looked around the street for a restaurant or store where he could get some respite. That was when he spotted the music store down the street. It was not the big music store he had been looking for but it would do. Eric entered the store and was pleased to find that it was a cool and comfortable relief from the heat. Apart from the soft tinkling of the chime hanging near the door, there were the soft sounds of the violin and a man singing were being played throughout the store. Eric did not know the artist but he liked the music nonetheless.
Eric took a few steps forward into the store. There was no one at the front desk and no other customers in the store. ”Excuse me,” he called out. He walked over to the counter and slipped his guitar case off his shoulder. The glint from the bell on the table reflected on Eric’s glasses. It suddenly occurred to him that the music might have drowned out the sound of his voice. It was possible. He could ring the bell. Or he could wait patiently. Eric took another glance at the shiny bell and hesitantly hit it. Eric felt awkward all of a sudden. Goodness, thing have been strange since that day at the pier. He was sure this was just a phase. It would pass soon. It had to.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 14, 2013 3:37:40 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 554 tag(s): Eric date: April 25th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Music playing, the young man went to the back to begin his work. He pulled out the necessary items he would need. Strings, pads, compounds, glues, chalk, and a few other things… Oh, and of course, the instruments themselves. He was always grateful that his parents were typically very organized people. They taught him how to be the same way, and it was always an easy task to find exactly what he needed. Unless they were out of something in particular, but still. Nothing was ever lost and he knew exactly which instruments he'd be working with without ever having to dig through a pile of paper slips. He set the violin's case on the table before him, carefully opening it to first make sure everything was as expected. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the violin he had set out to restring was in a rather good condition. Aesthetically, at least, it looked well maintained. And that's what he continued thinking until he lifted the neck and tried to turn the G peg. The smile he had carried for a short time faded. The peg didn't move. Not even a budge. Well, that was a problem beyond even restringing. It was a bit rainy the week before, but the violin had been sitting indoors for at least a full day and peg swelling wasn't really a common thing in Los Angeles. Especially when the instrument in question was a violin. It made him wonder if it had more problems than he had been told, but he wasn't about to call his father just to ask for more details. This was a problem he could solve well enough on his own. He'd try something simple like chalk first and then work his way up to a hammer if he absolutely had to. However, he found himself distracted before he really even began. Kyu-Sik had noticed the presence of another person the moment he heard the door chime. Even from the back room with music playing, he was familiar enough with the song he was listening to for the sound of the chimes to stand out. And, of course, the 'excuse me' that followed helped him confirm the suspicions that there must've been a customer. However, he was trying to give himself just one more minute with the peg. Then came the ding of the counter bell. Although the boy sighed lightly, that was his cue to patiently set the violin down and see who was at the front. " Sorry for the wait," he said as soon as he stepped out from the back room. There was only one person waiting. In a quick glance, he looked over the other man. He certainly wasn't anyone he had seen in the store or around the neighborhood before, which wasn't a judgement so much as it was a simple observation. Plenty of strangers went in and out of their doors from day to day, and it was always good to see an instrument with them. That helped weed out the tourists from the actual customers. The young man found himself looking over the guitar case from where he was standing as well, as if to try and figure out what sort of guitar it was before anything was even mentioned. " What can I do for you?" |
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Post by ERIC KOBAYASHI on Feb 16, 2013 23:19:49 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px;height:60px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);] | [atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top][style=float:left;height:100px;width:100px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/7wDwl.jpg?1);-webkit-border-radius:50px;-moz-border-radius:50px;border-radius:50px; margin-left:17.5px;margin-top:7px;][style=margin-top:110px; text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);color:#0f0f0f;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-1px;]words,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;]xxx[/style][style=text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);color:#0f0f0f;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;margin-top:7px;letter-spacing:-1px;]tags,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;]Kyu-Sik Moon[/style][style=text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);color:#0f0f0f;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;margin-top:7px;letter-spacing:-1px;]notes,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;text-align:justify;]Sorry for the late post! [/style][/style][style=width:300px;height:250px;float:right;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;text-transform:lowercase;color:#0f0f0f;padding:5px 5px 5px 5px;border-left:5px double #dedede;] Eric let out a silent sigh of relief when he saw that the person that came from the backroom was a male, and a calm one at that. Interestingly enough, Eric noted, the young man was Asian. It was something small, but people do tend to gravitate like people. So seeing another Asian face in an ocean of Americans was something that Eric would take into consideration even if it meant little. There were plenty of Asians around Los Angeles but he had not explored enough of city to really see anyone else that shared his ethnicity.
”Good morning,” Eric greeted with a nod. He still had the habit of bowing in greeting when meeting people but he was starting to remind himself that such behavior was unnecessary in the United States. He really should not be having so much difficulty changing his habits considering he spent his childhood in Germany but still. His body’s first reaction was still to bow so as a compromise he had been training himself to just nod. ”I was wondering if you did guitar repairs here,” Eric asked, gesturing to the worn guitar case he was holding. ”Well, I would not really say that it’s broken but this is a guitar that I used frequently years ago when I was just starting out so it’s a bit worn now. I was wondering if you could touch it up, perhaps. May I?”
With the consent of the shop owner, Eric pulled his guitar case on to the counter. He pulled the zipper open and brought the acoustic guitar into the light so they could see it clearer. The guitar was still in good condition considering how he treated it as a child. There were spots all over the body that clearly could use some touch up and repair but it was still a wonderful instrument. They were rather simple fixes and honestly, he could have just brought it to the music repair that his brothers’ band used. But this the instrument repair that they used usually only catered to big name groups and Eric’s guitar was more of a personal memento anyway.
Eric loved this guitar even it did bring some sad memories to mind. It was an Albert & Muller guitar, custom made by the German company for him after his first successful recital. It was also with this guitar that he met Aya. At the thought of Aya, Eric’s mood immediately took the turn for the worse. It had been sometime since he thought about Aya but her memory still made his chest hurt.
Eric pushed those depressing thoughts to the back of his mind and turned back to the shopkeeper. ”It’s still in relatively good condition but I was hoping to get the parts that are scratched and stained restored, if possible. I’m afraid I did not treat it very well when I was a child.” Eric smiled at the nostalgia. Goodness, he suddenly felt like an old man.
( I took the liberty of saying that Kyu-Sik assented to pulling the guitar onto the countertop to speed things along. I hope that was okay. )
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 18, 2013 7:46:36 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 529 tag(s): Eric date: April 25th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Kyu-Sik, of course, consented to the guitar being brought up on the counter. They did repair them and it was always interesting to see what ended up in their shop for fixing. The acoustic was no exception to this. He knew a beautiful instrument when he saw one. Despite its scratches and stains, it was still a nicer acoustic guitar than most younger people brought in. Not that he really knew the other man's age, but he assumed that he wasn't that old. In a moment like this he couldn't help but be a bit curious. He wasted no time in getting his hands on the guitar. Without asking, he lifted the neck of the instrument and peeked inside of the sound hole. That gave him the make of the guitar. While he wasn't entirely familiar with Albert & Müller, he did recognize it as German. Being a person who once dreamed of owning a Braun flute, he certainly had nothing bad to say about a German name. " When's the last time this was played…" He trailed off curiously, mostly to himself as he took a closer look at it. The first thing he did when he began really inspecting it was give the G peg a slight turn. A soft smile came on his face when it turned easily. That wasn't really any indication of what needed fixing, but that sort of problem was stuck in his mind for the moment and it was good to see it wasn't going to be an issue with the guitar. Now, moving on to the more important things. He plucked each string and then knocked lightly on the body's front to check the tone. Only after doing this did he finally run a hand along the front and back to examine the scratches and stains. " It's definitely possible to restore it. The stains will be easy to issue to remove. I can't promise the deeper scratches will ever be completely invisible, because you don't want to sand so much that you create weak points in the structure or ruin the tone," he took a moment to point out one of the slightly deeper scratches. Thankfully, overall it wasn't that bad. Kyu-Sik was certain that the rest would be easy enough to remove safely. " It will be nearly as it was, though, and better well-built and well-maintained than simply looking like new if you ask me." Perhaps his last comment was a bit too opinionated, but he wanted to be sure he upheld his parents' values in their own store. Plus, he had grown up believing in them and he had never seen a flaw in the logic. There was nothing wrong with an instrument looking like it had been used. It was just proof that it had been worth playing. And with that, he carefully laid the guitar back in its case. The young man took a few steps over to the computer to quickly check a spreadsheet. " Is there a certain time frame in which you were hoping to have it back?" Best to make sure the scheduling worked out for everyone before either of them agreed to the project. (ooc: That's totally fine! No problem. \o/) |
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Post by ERIC KOBAYASHI on Feb 22, 2013 16:43:07 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px;height:60px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);] | [atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top][style=float:left;height:100px;width:100px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/7wDwl.jpg?1);-webkit-border-radius:50px;-moz-border-radius:50px;border-radius:50px; margin-left:17.5px;margin-top:7px;][style=margin-top:110px; text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);color:#0f0f0f;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-1px;]words,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;]xxx[/style][style=text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);color:#0f0f0f;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;margin-top:7px;letter-spacing:-1px;]tags,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;]Kyu-Sik Moon[/style][style=text-align:center;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);color:#0f0f0f;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;margin-top:7px;letter-spacing:-1px;]notes,[/style][style=font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#0f0f0f;text-align:justify;]See that white fluttery thing? It’s my dying muse.[/style][/style][style=width:300px;height:250px;float:right;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;text-transform:lowercase;color:#0f0f0f;padding:5px 5px 5px 5px;border-left:5px double #dedede;] Eric watched as the young man picked up his guitar and inspected the instrument for any other faults. The man was young, younger than he was it seemed. Eric briefly wondered if someone his age would be able to repair guitars. The smile that appeared on the other Asian’s face when he turned the G-peg was a bit odd but Eric brushed it off. However, Eric could tell by the way that the shopkeeper handled and inspected his guitar that he was comfortable and experienced around instruments. There should be no problem with him entrusting his guitar to this shop.
”The last time I played this guitar?” Eric thought back to the last time he could remember using the instrument. When was the last time he had played the guitar? Discounting last week when he had finally brought the guitar out of storage, it had been years since he had even seen the guitar nonetheless played it. In fact, he was sure that the last time he actually played his guitar was when he was when- Was when Aya was still around. ”Well it’s been years, actually,” Eric admitted while trying to hide the mild discomfort he was experiencing. Perhaps bringing the guitar out was a bad idea. It still held too many memories even if he would have liked to get it restored. No, he needed to stop being so emotionally weak and move on with his life. There comes a time when he needed to stop holding onto the past.
Eric’s eyes followed the shopkeeper’s hand as he pointed out the deeper scratches in the guitar’s body. He had been expecting much of what the shopkeeper said. Not being able to completely fix the deep scratches on the body was unavoidable. They formed as a result of childish carelessness when he first got the guitar so he was not surprised with the answer. Still, to be able to restore the instrument to its former glory was something that Eric was looking forward to.
”Better than before, huh?” Eric could not help but smile at the thought. “Well that’s certainly an interesting point of view. I had never thought about it that way before.” And Eric truly had not, well not regarding his own guitar anyway. He respected older, used instruments because often the amount of time and skill it took to create such quality instruments was something to be awed by. Not to mention that the time periods during which they were made lacked the machinery that helped to mass produce instruments in modern times. So while, he felt the same way for instruments made hundreds of years ago, he had never considered that guitar to also be better than when it was first purchased. It was quite an interesting thought.
At the mention of a time frame, the Japanese man pulled out his own smart phone to check his upcoming schedule. ”I didn’t really have a time frame in mind. I can wait as long as it takes for it to be repaired. Actually, I’m not even sure when I’ll be able to pick it up,” Eric frowned. His upcoming schedule was full of activities and managerial responsibilities regarding Sound Fuse. Once the entire band was in the United States he was going to start getting busy. Eric turned to the shopkeeper. ”How long would you say it would take to restore it? Perhaps I can slip away during those times to come pick it up.”[/style]
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Feb 27, 2013 5:20:15 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 492 tag(s): Eric date: April 25th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Hearing that the guitar hadn't been played in years was never something Kyu-Sik liked to hear, but one he was a bit too familiar with. He would've scolded Eric for letting the instrument sit for so long had he not been aware of the hypocrisy in that. Granted his flute had only been packed away in his room for a few months, he still didn't feel as if he had a right to say much. Even so, he gave the other man a slightly disappointed look despite his acceptance of the fact. It was, after all, a very nice guitar. From the stand point of someone who knew nothing of its history, it seemed like a waste. " Just a collector's piece now?" The Korean boy couldn't help but let the question slip off his tongue as he printed out two short forms. Not that he would really be bothered by any answer given. He looked away for a moment to grab the papers and a calendar before setting everything out on the counter in front of Eric. To answer the questions first, he pointed to the calendar with a pen as he spoke. " We're busy this week, but we can start on the repairs this weekend. I can give you a rough estimate of this taking two-to-three weeks from today depending on how long the stain takes to dry. Things usually get done ahead of schedule though. We'll give you a call or text when it's finished, and you can come pick it up whenever you're able." He could always understand a person with a busy schedule. He gathered from what was being said that the man was fairly booked himself, and for Kyu-Sik that was just more motivation to complete the repairs quickly. Without rushing, of course. Though an assumption, he related to the idea that getting something finished quickly meant having one less thing to worry about in the back of his mind. " I'll need you to fill out these forms with contact information. It's pretty standard, name, number, email address, contract preference…" He continued trailing down the form with his pen, finally stopping at the few lines at the bottom. " Now here is where you can list any special instructions you have. For example, if you wanted us to use a darker stain, we'll do it." Once again his gaze turned back to the guitar lying on the counter. " I would recommend keeping its original color in this case, but it's your instrument," he noted, giving more of honest opinions on the matter. The customer was always right, but there was nothing wrong with giving an opinion or a suggestion here or there. " Where did you get this, if you don't mind me asking?" Kyu-Sik couldn't help but be curious if it was an instrument obtained by the other at a younger age. Again, he wasn't sure how old Eric really was, but he couldn't have been too old. |
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Post by ERIC KOBAYASHI on Mar 1, 2013 21:28:10 GMT -8
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Eric had not missed the disappointed glance the shopkeeper gave him nor did he miss the slight disapproval in the younger man’s voice when he asked the question. (Although to Eric, it sounded more like a statement than a question.) He did not blame the shopkeeper for having such an opinion. It was understandable because instruments are meant to be played and the music enjoyed. However, it did feel a bit too harsh even if nothing was actually said. Eric had his circumstances and while he could understand the shopkeeper’s opinion, he did not actually appreciate it too much.
”It holds too many memories,” Eric said slowly. There really was no other answer to be given. Would the young man even cared if Eric was to tell him the history of his ex-girlfriend and the guitar? More than likely, the shopkeeper would just be put off by Eric’s emotional tirade which was not a good thing.
While Eric’s mind raced with these thoughts, the young man seemed to have turned his attention elsewhere. Then again, in all honesty, Eric did not have a better answer for him anyway, and so Eric left the uncomfortable question with that simple answer while they moved onto the next topic.
”Well that’s completely fine with me. I should be able to leave some space in my schedule around that time so I can come by to pick up it up.” Eric made note in his calendar to give himself leeway so that he could come pick up his guitar. His brothers and the rest of Sound Fuse were old enough to care for themselves. At least he seriously hoped that they were. As long as they stayed out of trouble for just a couple hours, everything would be alright.
Eric pulled out his pen and began filling out the necessary forms. He wondered if he should give this man his business card. The exchange of business cards was common in Germany and Japan but what was the etiquette here in the United States. Eric cursed his ignorance. And he called himself a manager. He decided that he would fill out the form and give him a business card as well, just in case.
”Let me give you my business card just in case,” Eric said as he pulled out his wallet. The white card had his contact information as well as the Sound Fuse logo on it. Eric had briefly wondered if the young man was a fan but disregarded the thought. The young man before him seemed very mature. Even if he was a fan, he could not have been that crazed. “And I wasn’t planning on a darker stain or anything like that. I just wanted to have the blemishes repaired,” Eric answered honestly. He had never considered that but it really was an unnecessary action. The guitar was fine just the way it was.
”I got this guitar- let’s see - when I was thirteen, so fifteen years ago? It was a present from my parents after my first recital. I’d like to say that I was mature at that age but accidents do happen and that’s where half of the scratches came from,” Eric chuckled. ”I used to bring this everywhere. Some of my closest friends were made thanks to this guitar,” Eric said fondly as he remembered the great times he had with the instrument.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 6, 2013 7:42:56 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 565 tag(s): Eric date: April 25th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… With the man's reply to his comment, he had to wonder if he was actually being rude. He hadn't meant to be, but he didn't really feel bad about it. It was a shame not to play a nice guitar, even if it held too many memories. Even more so when the man had performed what could be assumed were decent recitals from the age of thirteen. Kyu-Sik remained silent on this thought still, but he gave a quiet nod in reaction to what was briefly said. Nothing more needed to be brought up in the conversation in that moment. And again, he wasn't in a position to make any more comments than that. Aside from the vaguely similar negligence of his own instrument, he was also quite a bit younger. He couldn't speak about the kind of memories that could happen over fifteen years when he was only a little older than that span of time himself. The process of checking in the guitar for repairs was going smoothly otherwise. Kyu-Sik typed the date memo into the calendar and was getting ready to type the rest of the form information in for his father's reference. However, he did make a small pause when he saw the business card. Unfortunately, Kyu-Sik didn't know much about Asian pop music. He successfully blocked the bulk of that out in high school and all he knew was his mother's occasional flings into 80's K-pop. He had little idea what a Sound Fuse was, but it sounded like a business that sold amplifiers to him. What could he say? He was a Gershwin or Mumford & Sons kind of guy. He finally voiced what did interest him. " Eric Kobayashi… You're Japanese?" Well, it was probably obvious from the name, though he did wonder if he was perhaps mixed. It wasn't that unusual to see a mixture of races or nationalities all over Los Angeles. In fact, he had known plenty of Japanese people from high school. Half-Japanese and half-Korean was just as normal. However, he was also very aware of the vicious grudges older immigrants held, and that those in Korea still held. It was silly to him, of course, but he did have to wonder what the story could have been for him to end up in the specific area. Which… well, that was an odd thing to wonder when he thought more about it. Surely the man had his reasons and it didn't really matter, so Kyu-Sik passed it over. The young man took one of the store's own cards from the small stack that was sitting beside the computer. It was simple and white with the shop's name printed in both English and Korean. He had Eric's information now, and exchanging cards was a good plan to keep communication an official two-way street. " You should take this," Kyu-Sik began, writing his name and number on the side edge of the card before politely sliding it over. " Here's the store's phone and email in case you don't already have it, and the address is on there, too, if you lose it. My name is Kyu-Sik. I'm just the owners' son, but I'll probably be the one working on your guitar for the most part. If you want a check up or have more questions you can call me or ask for me when you call the store." |
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Post by ERIC KOBAYASHI on Mar 13, 2013 17:03:46 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px;height:60px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/6npgC.png);] | [atrb=style,width:450px;height:250px;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dDxps.png);][atrb=valign,top]words, xxx tags, Kyu-Sik Moon notes, See that white fluttery thing? It’s my dying muse. If the young man in front of him was a fan, then he either had no reaction to the Sound Fuse logo or he was being professional and did not care. Otherwise he was not a fan and Eric would just continue as planned. It never bothered him when people said that they did not like certain kinds of music – people did have different tastes, after all. It only bothered him when people insulted something just because it was different. As a result, he tried to stay off the internet when it came to Sound Fuse. Some people were kind and praised the band and then there were others… At any rate, Eric dismissed the thought and decided to just assume that the man was not a fan.
”Why, yes. I am Japanese. I’m half Japanese and half German to be exact. And you are… Korean, right?” At least the young man certainly looked Korean to him. Eric meant absolutely no harm when guessing his nationality. It was just that, when around other Asians for long periods of time, it became easy to distinguish between their respective countries. No one is always correct in their assumptions and many of the ways that Asians tell each other apart are based on stereotypes. Even so, if Eric had to guess the young man’s nationality, he’d guess that he was of Korean descent. Race never really did affect him, anyways.
Eric graciously accepted the white business card that the young man then slid over to him with both hands as is polite when doing professional business. ”Thank you,” Eric said with a smile. ”I will be sure to contact you if anything comes up. I suppose that’s it for today then…” Eric trailed as he tried and failed to think of any other business he needed to have taken care of at the store. “Until next time then.”
The address certainly helps, Eric thought to himself when he suddenly realized something. Turning sheepishly back to the man he now knew as Kyu-Sik, Eric asked him the one very important question. ”Er, might I trouble you for directions to this woman’s clothing store?”
((Right, so. Would you like to end there since I don’t think there’s much else they can do or would you like to give Eric directions and then close the thread? xD))
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Mar 17, 2013 7:39:14 GMT -8
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #121212;]words: 462 tag(s): Eric date: April 25th Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already… Paper work was done, cards were exchanged, there really wasn't much more that needed to be said. It would've been a lie to say that Kyu-Sik wasn't more curious about the other man, but he also wasn't the type to draw out unnecessary conversations when there was work that needed to be done. He still had a violin waiting on him in the back, after all. And a saxophone. However, he would be forming a few questions in the back of his mind for the next time Eric came in. And regardless of whether or not another opportunity to really talk would come up, the guitar he was intrigued by was now in his hands. He'd be sure to take good care of it. Though Kyu-Sik had given a nod when he was asked about his ethnicity, it wasn't until Eric turned again to ask for directions that he really elaborated. " Most Asian people you'll meet in this neighborhood are Korean," Kyu-Sik replied not rudely, but just to say a bit about the area. If the man was asking for directions to a clothing store so it was possibly he wasn't familiar with the area, if he was even familiar with Los Angeles as a whole. It wasn't unusual or strange to him. That was fine. But that assumption was what would help him give better directions. He grabbed a piece of paper to start drawing a quick sketch of a very basic street map with some arrows. After he finished he decided to bring up a city map on his cellphone to explain what he had drawn. He sat it down on the counter so that Eric could clearly see it. " That is to say, you're in Koreatown right now," he noted, circling the area above his phone, " the store you want to go to is a bit away, but if you're wanting to walk then it's pretty much a straight shot. You'll need to make two right turns at these intersections which aaare…" Kyu-Sik enlarged them and then wrote down the names of the streets on the sketched map. " These. If you're hoping to stay off your feet, it'd only be a five or ten minute bus ride if you catch the 720 at the block over." He handed the paper over to Eric when he finished explaining. Hopefully that was a clear enough. He was a grown man and surely he'd be able to figure it out himself with the information given. Still, there was the thought that he didn't want an interesting customer getting lost with his directions. " Call me if you take a wrong turn," he added. Kyu-Sik knew most of the city like the back of his hand, so that was the least he could do. (ooc: Alright, ~fin~ unless you want to make a last post after this! *^* Thank you so much for the thread. <3 And now Kyu-Sik will baby his guitar until next time uhuhuhu.) |
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