Stringed Bodies ; kyerym
Clutching his black violin case close to his chest as he wandered around the street, L.Joe was looking for a spot to play at. It had been a while since he went out for practice and with the cold winter still fresh on the streets of Seoul, he was more than eager. Some would say that playing in the winter wouldn't draw a crowd or earn money, but he wasn't play for the money. He played for himself, because he enjoyed the sound of his violin out in the open. So whenever he performed on the streets, it wasn't for recognition or profit, it was for himself.
He moved away from another spot that didn't look well enough to play at. Sighing, he tried to look for a better -- or at least decent -- location. But was distracted by the sound of a distant hum from an instrument, causing him to unconsciously seek it's origin with a small smile on his face. He couldn't quite catch the song but he knew that, regardless, it was a good choice.
