▣▣Lessons▣▣ LSH ╬ MJ
[//Jia felt nervous. During her boredom she had stolen a lot of phone numbers and texted them and somehow ended up setting a time and date for piano lessons from a teacher at Seoul University. Of course now he was expecting her and because of her stupid moral code she was on her way to meet him. In truth, Jia didn't need the lessons, she already knew how to play. Being the daughter of a company founder had meant she was always being pressured to do something her fathers rivals children couldn't. It was ridiculous to her why she had to learn, but she did it without complaint. It was safe to say she didn't play now--not one bit--and felt a slight irritation. Jia stepped out of the taxi, paid the older gentleman, and found her way to their meeting point: In front of the Library at Noon on Tuesday.]