Series 1, Pt. 1: A deal of curious events
It was a shame that a majority of people hated their work, but Yixing could only attribute that to their reasons for going into that work. Some did it for money, some for fame, other even out of peer pressure--the point being, few went into careers they enjoyed. It was a pure shame. The satisfaction of looking at a beautifully finished job and thinking I did that, and I love it. Many would never experience it. Some only in their later years of life.
Yixing was the opposite. He adored his work. When in China he could remember being asked on dates a few times or so in high school, only to reject the hopeful souls with a simple sentence. "I can't. I'm working tonight." When he thought about it, he'd never really been on an intimate outing with any friends of acquaintances. He spent most of his days on the piano, and it was then he started his career. He felt the need to know how it worked, how it functioned. What made the instrument so beautiful? He continuously assemble and reassemble the percussion instrumental to get his own feel of how each little part came together. He often wrote his own notes, correcting them through erasing, rewriting, reviewing, scrapping...all until the day he was called to action.
A close family friend had spent their money buying a cheap poorly made piano for their daughter only to find that the good was damaged. Highly. Yixing spent a month on that piano in attempt to fix it. It was a hard worked month, but in the end...he could guarantee it was in better condition and of better quality than when it was first made.
Needless to say, pianos and himself were a match made in heaven, which would explain the overwhelming excitement he'd been forced to stifle through his tone as he was told that the night's gig would remain cancelled. That meant more time to his shop, and less time in front of rich people who couldn't care less about what they were hearing while gossiping about the latest stocks. Making his way to the front door, he changed the "closed" sign to "open", and made his way to a nearby piano he needed to test.
