honestly, how hard can it be to master the guitar ? apparently, harder than june thought. if only she had started learning at a younger age when she was more primed for learning new skills. maybe then, she’d have the instrument mastered by now. instead, her parents invested in violin lessons that lost their worth when fourteen year old june confessed she only attended those classes once a month instead of the agreed weekly arrangement. if you’d met her teacher, you couldn’t fault her for doing so.
but there’s no point in mulling over the missed opportunity when she can still try. she’s not totally incompetent, decent for the most part. nothing wrong with her, just something wrong with the guitar provided by the cafe. that’s totally the case. ‘ god, the one time i try playing in public, this happens. ’ she mutters under her breath, offering a grimace-like smile to some girl who shoots her a look of concern when the note does not turn out the way she wanted to. ‘ what am i doing wrong ? ’ she whines softly after a final strum of frustration. —— for JUNYEOL / @parasdoxes.
