Jason shrugged; he certainly wasnât the person anyone should go to, seeking the correct plural for a plural like nemesis. âI guess thatâs a fair enough reason to name ⊠claim ⊠whatever, a nemesis.â He felt at an mix of sympathy and jealousy at her next words â it wasnât that his dad had ever not been supportive of his love of music, but it sounded like a wonderful luxury, to be encouraged into playing an instrument like that. Still, if it wasnât what she wanted, nothing else really mattered. âThey wanted you to do the cello, specifically, or did you get to pick that, at least?â He chuckled again, and said mock-defensively, âHey, we bathe. Canât do anything about the cooties, but the sweatyâs a temporary thing. Strictly post-show.â That she didnât know how many guys this hypothetical tour would involve told him maybe heâd been wrong, and her follow-up question gave him an odd feeling of anonymity that really, he couldnât complain about, even if he didnât know how to answer it. For the most part, he felt as tough he was living his dream, or at least, the biggest one heâd ever had. Still, there was more to life than work and career, even when oneâs career was so enveloping as his was. âI guess Iâm trying to figure that out. My dad died in January â it really knocked me for a loop.â
âPicking up yoga, but yeah, that, too, actually.â Since sheâd mentioned it, and seemed willing to share, he was starting to wonder, though maybe that was just because it wasnât somewhere heâd spent a lot of time. âWhere else did you go â or was it just Arizona?â It was always interesting talking to someone who travelled to travel, and not to work; he couldnât remember the last time heâd gone somewhere that wasnât least tangentially involved with RICHTER or writing music, except, well, coming home to Eureka. A faint grin broke across his face at her offer, and he glanced down at his legs ( heâd worn shorts; movement shouldnât be a problem, ) as if to double check, then back at her. âYouâd better not be teasing me with the promise of more Oasis,â he told her as he rose, gently setting his guitar on the bench. âI donât want to disturb your routine any more than I already have, but, how am I starting, here?â
âEh they didnât massively care, as long as itâs something that had some amount of prestige to it, could perform in an orchestra or concert hall. Violin, piano, cello, I donât think they cared. Although now Iâm realizing I should have tried to see if theyâd let me play like...An oboe or something.â She couldnât help but snort loudly at the thought of the amateur sounds of an oboe ringing through the pristine Leung household. She couldnât help but wonder about the strangerâs home, had it been filled with music?  âWhat about you, how long have you been playing?â Though as the man continued and mentioned his fatherâs death, despite having brought it up himself, she did feel as if perhaps she had been prying. She had never dealt with the death of a parent, her grandma who she had been extremely close with, yes, but she knew it didnât quite compare. Kids grew up with the innate sense that their grandparents would die, but parents were different. Deep down, when you grew up, it was a rational fact, but you still are taken aback when it actually happens, like you didnât think itâd actually would. Â
She had enough friends who had lost their parents and heard them express just how sick they got of âiâm sorry for your lossâ, that Charlie quickly snapped her jaw shut when that had been her first instinct.  âYou were close?â she questioned, giving the man space to give as much information as he wanted, whether that be a simple yes or no, or an expansion on the answer. Â
âWell, my grandmother had always been a Tai Chi bitch. You know, one of the old asian ladies in the park on Sundays, and it had brought her such peace and happiness, so I tried it. Wasnât for me, so she recommended yoga. And at the time I also didnât vibe with it, but after I struck out on my own, I needed something to ground me and well, there it was.â That was the abridged version, leaving out lots of parental drama and personal trauma, but she was sure he didnât wanna hear all that.  âBut I did a bit, not as much as I would have liked. Up and down the Western coast, ventured into the south and north west a bit. I was planning to maybe do a big haul journey down through South America, but I found Eureka before then and...Well things sorta just fell into place. And now, six years later Iâm married and got a house and three dogs and...Maybe it was for the best.â There was the shrug again. But sometimes it did amaze her just how much her life had changed, from living practically on the road, bouncing from job to job, to having all of that.
âI would never,â she responded, hand to her chest as if clutching pearls.  âWell, for your quick preview I wonât go into all the breathing techniques, but it is important for you to first take a couple of moments to set your intentions, empty your mind, and ground yourself. Do that in whatever pose you feel comfortable with. May I recommend the extremely cliche one you see in movies? Itâll feel silly and stupid, but iâve found the hands in the center of the chest is extremely centering,â She imitated the one she spoke of, hands clasped in an almost praying position in the middle of her chest, arms straight and parallel to the ground.  âCâmon, show me what Iâm working with,â
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