( @sowendie ) +
☆ - ‘’Hm? Oh, sure!’’ the singer quickly straightened herself on her seat, holding her guitar as she took a quick glance at the younger, a smile spreading across her features ‘’This one?’’ she repeated the last note she played, raising a brow and meeting the other female’s gaze again ‘’I’m gonna be honest with you- I’m impressed. I mean– I knew about your talent and that you like to play guitar, but I didn’t know you’re this good! Aigoo I’m not skilled at all compared to you.’’ she said sweetly, the smile growing wider in her lips and her head tilting slightly to the side as she watched the younger playing with a few chords.
“Ah unnie, I’m no prodigy...” A hand swatted in the air, a hint of bashfulness from the younger. To think the mere compliment was enough for her cheeks to grow a light shade of crimson. Heejin still wasn’t quite used to receiving compliments about her skills.
She was he youngest of three daughters; her eldest sister working as a researcher at a major bio company, and her second oldest sister is also studying biology in college. However, Heejin was no “mutant” of the family, as her older sister enjoyed ballroom dancing and the other, also aspired to become a singer. Much like them, she enjoyed dancing since she was young; it was in middle school she was so sure of her dreams to become a singer, the youth determined enough to travel four hours into the city every few days to go to a dance academy. Success didn’t come easy, being rejected from multiple companies. And of course, her father never liked the profession, not out of spite, but of course, her future was uncertain and just because you’ve debuted doesn’t mean you’ll be successful; she knew that very well. She hasn’t failed yet. Failure is when you talk yourself out of becoming something amazing.
A small smile grazed upon her lips, plucking the same note on her strings to refresh her mind. Where she as today, she was glad she never gave up. Even now she could’ve said she already became successful--if that meant explaining to your mother exactly what you do for a living without feeling ashamed, falling asleep at 2 A.M., waking up at 4 A.M. and going to work with excitement stitched into the fabric of your smile, a thank you letter from a kid who lives in a city that you’ve never even been to. The latter, a chuckle bubbled from her throat, eyes feeling a bit watery within those few seconds of conversation; now was a little too early to be reminiscent, ahh.. stupid. “Can we take it from the top again?”
