∞ No Swingin' in Your Playing
He listened.
He had listened.
And he was almost sure he would not be able to listen for very much long.
Each time she brought her lips onto the mouthpiece of the instrument she thought she would be able to manage to play, it felt like she was driving a stake straight onto his brain, screwing with him and his good nature. And with his heightened sense of hearing, it could probably very well kill him.
He had never met someone so inept at playing the saxophone until he had met her.
When she had first sat down in front of him on his bed in his shared dorm room with Jaehwan, he had thought nothing of it. She had introduced herself as Jung Eunji, Advanced Student from Room #104. Of course, he had asked her about her skill level before they began. She had merely said she wasn’t exactly the best.
She should have said that she couldn’t be much farther away from the worst Alto Sax player in the history of music.
If it was a toss up presidential swing vote, he would definitely have picked her.
She was horrendous. And that had been putting it mildly.
“Okay! Okay! Stop playing for a moment!” He had all but nearly shrieked, placing his hand in front of him in a vapid halting motion, as his other hand had began moving his noise cancelling headphones over his ears to help ease the ringing she had made.
For five whole minutes, he waited. He waited until the urge to rip her vocal chords from her body and prevent the world from hearing the torture that was her playing had left him.
It was such a shame. If he had to suffer, everyone else would have to as well.
With one deep sigh, he broke their silence, the expression on his face pained at the task at hand. He should have asked the Band Professor for more information.
Slowly pulling off the headphones from his ears, rubbing his neck slightly with his free gloved hand, as his other had been occupied with cradling his own sax, he parted his lips.
“I thought you said you could play?” He more said then asked with an exasperated tone.
