Monday, May 25, 2009 @ 8:47 PM
Chapter 17: Getting to WorkSuggested song/music: My Darling - KARA
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-WMIKj3T2A)
The four were unusually quiet as they stared at their own notebooks, doodling and trying to brainstorm for ideas relating to their project. Facing Yunho was xiaoxi, and beside her sat Li Yin just opposite her own project partner. The awkward silence lingered as time slipped pass slowly. Growing frustrated, Junsu ripped the pair of glasses off and massaged the bridge of his nose lightly. “So what are we doing now?” he spoke first in attempt to break the ice. Li Yin shrugged.
“Have you got any suggestions?” Yunho shifted his gaze from Li Yin back to Junsu, cleanly avoiding xiaoxi‘s gaze.
“No.”
There was a sigh from Li Yin, followed by the return of complete silence.
“Guys, this isn’t going anywhere!” Li Yin nearly shouted at the three. They have been sitting in the café for nearly the whole afternoon, drank round after round of drinks, and yet their notebooks were still devoid of ideas. “Have you got a suggestion then?” Junsu raised an eyebrow. Without the usual thick glasses, he looked almost… perfect. Li Yin stared at his face for a second, momentarily mesmerized by the striking features of his face.
“Why don’t we just head home. We’re obviously not in the mood for brainstorming today.” Yunho snapped his notebook shut.
“But the dateline is nearing. We’ve got only a month left, and so far we’ve covered nothing.” xiaoxi reminded. “And I’m not going to stand on stage and just stone there.”
“Stage?” Li Yin and Yunho both turned to look at the class jinx.
“You mean you don’t know?!”
“The annual music project takes up a good seventy percent of our results. Fail this project, and be prepared to receive a F on your report card at the end of the year. And that means you have to repeat the year. Back to what I was saying, it is somewhat like a concert, where the whole school is invited as audience. Not only so, it’s a custom to have representatives of other music schools present - including schools from overseas.” Junsu typed away efficiently at the keyboard as he explained to the pair of new students. After selecting on a video, he spun the laptop around to face them. “This was last year’s concert.”
The video earned a gasp from Li Yin. It wasn’t just any ordinary assembly of the school. It was indeed as Junsu described, a full-blown concert with easily a few thousands of audience.
“This is the challenge which all senior singing classes have to face yearly. Now do you understand why nobody dares to take this lightly?”
Halfway through the video, Yunho slammed his fist against the table and jumped up. “That stage,” he pointed at the screen. “it is perfect for a dance number! We absolutely must have a dance song!” xiaoxi stared at him like as if he was crazy. Her, dancing on stage? That’s got to be a joke. Shaking her head, she dismissed it as such. “No, I’m serious! That’s it, I’ve got an idea! Come quickly, we’re heading back home right now!” without waiting for a reply, he pulled xiaoxi from her seat and rushed out of the café, leaving behind Li Yin with Junsu. Exchanging glances, Junsu quickly turned away and pretended to wipe the lenses of his spectacles.
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Dear Guigui,
This is one of the most unfruitful day. I spent my whole afternoon in a café, watching on as Li Yin wowed herself out over last year’s concert. The last concert in which we sung together… I remember we sang a Chinese song last year. It took me really long to get the lyrics down, but only because you were there, it was possible. If only you’re here with me now, you would be able to come up with the most innovative ideas. You’ve always been the most creative person in class. Why don’t you give me some ideas? Guigui, I…
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Junsu’s diary entry was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Unhappy that his peace has been invaded, he glanced quickly at the screen of his mobile phone. ‘Zhang Li Yin’. Adjusting his glasses with one hand, he picked up the call with his other free hand. “Junsu, I just had an idea! Why don’t we sing a Chinese song? It’s going to be perfect! I mean, how many would actually sing a Chinese song?” Li Yin exclaimed excitedly. “In the video you showed me this afternoon, you were singing in Chinese. It’ll be perfect then, since you know Chinese!”
As Yunho flashed a few moves which he wanted xiaoxi to copy, xiaoxi continued with her whinging. “I can’t move my body that way, I’m not that flexible! That kick is impossible! That haughty look doesn’t match me at all.” on and on, she rambled about the moves being too difficult, or impossible.
“You haven’t even tried them out!” Yunho grew exasperated. Tired from the moves he had been showing her repeatedly, he plopped down on the wooden flooring of the dance room in their house. This room was constructed under Li Yin’s insistence. She knew dancing was something he is addicted to, and she understandingly provided the room for him.
“I don’t want to waste my energy on something I know is not attainable.” xiaoxi toyed with her fingers. “Dancing is not my thing.”
Fed up, Yunho reached a decision. He pulled her up from the floor, shoved her to the middle of the room, and placed his arms around hers.
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