˟ mga season 5 … callbacks // interview.
-- mentioned by performance: @rkyuna, @rksuwoong, @hobirk established canon, yeo is Not good with names
-- mentioned by name: @rkxbin, @rkchris, @moonbokrk, @rksihyeon
“ah, another one?” yeosang says almost instinctively, not with any malice, as he’s directed into yet another room with a chair, some staff members-- and a camera.
“i should’ve expected this already, huh?” he smiles sheepishly, ruffling at his hair as he quietly sits down as instructed. honestly-- the day has gone by in kind of a blur for yeosang. sure, there were performances that stuck out, definitely. but, yeosang couldn’t help but daze in and out-- though he did try to focus on the other contestants as much as possible, not only to learn their styles but to see who he’d possibly be competing against, should he make it to the next round.
he settles himself in the chair and nods politely at the interviewer, who clears her throat before he starts.
q. “ so let’s begin. how did you feel when you received news of the callback? ”
yeosang blinks slowly, taking a careful breath in and out before he finally answers, honestly, “nervous.” he cracks a smile, eyes looking away from the camera as he rubs the bac of his neck. “excited, grateful, but mostly nervous. i didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself-- after all, i made it past the first round last time as well,” he explains-- his voice quiet but firm, answers clear and enunciated. “i knew i had a lot to do if i wanted to be able to pass this time.”
q. “ i see, then do you think you’ve improved enough to pass this time? ”
that question throws him off slightly-- he wasn’t expecting such a direct question, such a non-general one that he pauses for a beat of a second before he swiftly responds, “i think so,” and hurries to follow it with, “i’d like to think that i’ve improved in the year since i first auditioned-- so i would say yes, i believe i have improved-- and i hope it’s enough to pass.”
q. “ moving on-- what did you think when the judges were revealed? ”
“i wasn’t surprised,” he laughs gently. “since i’ve seen them before. but, it was interesting to see them again now that i have seen them in person a few times, not quite as nerve-wracking. i doubt they remember me-- but i hope i give them reason to this time around. that’s what i’m planning.”
q. “ were there any performances that stood out to you? ”
and yeosang was dreading this question, but it wasn’t unexpected. he did manage to think of a few that he could call to the front of his mind, luckily-- because he didn’t know how else to explain that he just couldn’t focus properly enough to have a concise answer.
“the uh... trap mix of baby shark was interesting,” he muses, “i.. can’t quite remember the name of the person who performed it, though, i’m sorry,” he bows his head in apology-- just in the case that said performer would see this, “it was attention-grabbing to say the least. they did a good job,” he finishes politely. “also... hoseok-- i think? his dance and rap had a great vibe-- it was easy and fun to watch-- he has great stage presence,” he hums quietly, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to give his honest opinions about the other contestants.
“the trot version of ring ding dong--” yeosang huffs out a small laugh at this, “i’m not much of a trot fan? but i think he pulled it off well-- it was creative and memorable at the very least.”
q. “ you’re mainly a rapper, right? did any rap performances stand out to you? ”
“ah... that question pulls out my bias,” yeosang admits with a sheepish laugh, “but also, i think it’s well deserved to say that for rap performances, i most enjoyed changbin’s, chan’s and moonbok’s. changbinnie performs almost effortlessly, and his song was a good, easy-flowing choice that i think a lot of the audience will like. chan-hyung was strong as usual-- that was to be expected. and moonbok-hyung... i like his voice. it’s nice to listen to and easy to follow and get into, even for people who aren’t too fond of rap-- i think that’s what his music sounds like.”
q. “ speaking of performances-- what did you think of kim sihyeon’s performance? ”
“ah--” yeosang smiles at this, wide and easy as he nods his head, “i didn’t want to just announce it and put her on the spot like that-- but i guess since you’re asking me, it’s pretty obvious that sihyeon is the friend i wrote my song for.” he nods again, curt this time. “her performance-- she’s been improving constantly, and i think she showed a great side of her musicality in her performance today. we’ve been friends for a long time, and i’m grateful to have her by my side for this journey this year. i’m cheering her on as well, always.”
q. “ is there anyone you are certain will move on to the next phase of the mgas, and likewise is there anyone you are certain will be eliminated today? ”
“to those questions...” yeo deliberates before firmly stating, “i have no comment. thank you for your time,” and the interviewer seems to be dissastisfied with such an answer, but ends up waving a hand and giving him the okay to return to his seat.
and with a soft breath of relief, he stands from his seat and bows to the staff and the camera and straightens up with the brightest smile he’d shown since appearing in the room.
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˟ mga season 5 … callbacks // performance.
be better :: 0:00 - 1:35
< note: 0:49 - 1:12 is rapping >
callback day comes much sooner than yeosang would have preferred.
stress-- stress is in the air all around. stress, and excitement. he is both simultaneously glad and extremely nervous to see some familiar faces surrounding him. he'd waved and nodded his greetings at the few people he'd known as he'd arrived, but quickly found sia and sua and took his seat with them.
his hands are fidgeting, playing with the zipper on his bomber jacket, toying with the rips in his black jeans, when are they not at times like this, but sia's presence next to him, as always, has a calming effect. even though there are far less people than the initial day of auditions-- yeosang definitely feels much more pressure, much more nervousness surrounding him, but most importantly, more desire to succeed. and he is no exception from those things--
any of those things.
it had been a rough two weeks.
yeosang had almost fallen off of the couch when he'd received the email, nearly startling poor dubu who was snoring at the foot of it. he'd read it over and over again, mouth forming each word as the words, bold on the lcd screen of his laptop reflected from his eyes in its glare. when he was positive that it was real... his brain began to conflict.
he'd hoped to make it to the next round, of course-- but his hopes had been the same last year as well. he doesn't just want to make it to the next round-- he wants to do more, he wants to show his growth. so his teeth worries at his lips as his hands lay idle on his laptop as his worries get the best of him. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath-- decides worrying will do no good. he'll just have to go for it-- he'll just have to do it, he'll have to do better.
he leaps into action.
the living room that had been finally been tidied up after the hurricane of the weeks before the first audition was thrown into a frenzy as yeosang immediately decided his best option was to pull out an old song and rework it-- he'd spent a good few hours flipping throuhg his notebooks of lyrics and finished, unfinished, barely finished, and barely started compositions until his frantically working hands had paused at a particular two sheets, paperclipped together.
his eyes can over the pretty-much completed lyrics, and the music behind it before he decides yes-- this is what he'd be working with.
he connected his music equipment, his mics, all of his software... and he began to tinker.
-
he'd had his backing track prepared and loaded onto his phone, earbuds blasting it on the way to the venue that morning as he stared out the bus window.
there's always room for improvement, always ways for it to be better-- but yeosang, at the very least, was ready for today.
even so, his hands twitch, back tenses, jaw clenches slightly-- all these little ticks as his name is called by a familiar voice. and he'd known he would encounter them again eventually, and he wished he could say it was less nervewracking the third time around. he hears sia whisper a quiet encouragement as he stiffly stands up from his seat and walks toward the stage. he breathes out slowly, head down as he steadies his breathing-- eyes fixed on his sneakers as they take one step after another, carrying him past other contestants, until the floor changes and he knows he's standing on the stage.
center stage.
and then he lifts his head, eyes devoid of any of the nervousness he had expelled on his walk up there. he fixes his eyes on the judge panel, his hand reaching up to shield his eyes from the light shining on him, eyes squinting so he could make them out for just a brief moment. he then smiles, politely and respectfully, friendly, as he steps back from the microphone and stand to provide a full bow for the judges. he straightens up and steps forward again, hand wrapping around the mic naturally, comfortably. when he speaks, his voice is soft and calm, but loud enough to be clear through the microphone.
"hello. my name is kang yeosang, 21 years old. for my performance today, i prepared a song written about a good friend of mine. thank you."
as with most of his performances, he closes his eyes, both hands wrapped around the microphone as the backing track begins. his eyes open when the peaceful piano begins to flood through the studio, and his hands tighten around the microphone, loosening again as he finally opens his mouth, a bit of rasp clinging to his huskier voice as it rings over the instrumental.
i’m walking on this street
can you hear that
이제 시작이야 나와 걸어줄래
he'd been doing a lot of studying in the past year-- and by studying, he's been listening to more styles of music, listening to a lot of different artists, emulating tricks and sounds that he likes into his own songs. he'd come to like rap-singing a lot, and was a lot more confident to show it this time around. he pulls the microphone close to him, practically ( but not really ) touching his lips as his eyes close again, the first verse falling from his lips smoothly.
일어났어 벌써 아침이네
날이 밝고 있어
he remains still for the duration of the first verse which has him partially singing-- no gestures, no movements, putting all of his energy into conveying the meaning of his song through his voice. that's the reason he writes them, after all-- because they mean something to him. and this one, specifically, meant a lot. the lyrics were written with care and continuous re-editing, until he was satisfied.
after all-- the song was about sia. sihyeon, who was practically his sister-- who empathized ( empathizes ) with him, who has accompanied him through every major part of his life, who is always there to encourage him and bring out his best. who was there with her that day, and who he hoped to encourage as well.
his eyes find her briefly in the crowd-- not that he can see her directly, but they dart over in her direction, lips curling into a gentle, easy-going smile before he straightens up again, hands gripping the microphone tighter and pulling the stand upright as he begins the rap verse.
this verse is stronger hitting-- if the previous one spoke about the comfortable, nurturing aspect of their relationship, this one is a bit rougher around the edges, meant to get across the hardships they'd experienced without going into detail about either of their stories-- vague but concentrated. and how they're stronger because of it.
his rap verse fades out with him practically on his tippy toes, tapering off as he prepares to sing again. and he relaxes once more, heels touching the floor of the stage as he takes a short but deep breath, the lyrics falling out with his next breath.
i can be better with you
how could I say thank you
no one can replace you
a slow inhale is meticulously taken, his voice softer now as the backing music starts to fade a bit as well.
you’re all that matters to me
how could I say thank you
no one can replace you
and the music stops there, but he hums a tiny bit before he delivers the final line in the resounding silence.
be better be better
be better for you
his head lifts once he's finished, the serious expression on his face lingering for a beat, for two. a grin then breaks across his face, partly because he knows it's expected, and partially from the adrenaline and the elation that always comes after he's performed. he drops one hand to his side, the other remaining on the microphone as he states into the microphone,
"thank you, again, for your consideration."
yeosang steps away, taking a spot next to the mic, both hands clasped in front-- and bows one final time.
˟ mga season 5 … episode two // skill challenge.
trivia:love < 0:00 - 1:48 >
yeosang is feeling a strong sense of deja vu.
he’s been feeling it ever since he’d auditioned-- but he feels it strongest as he sits on the floor, in between the couch and his coffee table, dubu resting half in his lap and half on the hard wood floor. his eyes are fixed on the tv where he’d just flashed by in the blink of an eye-- and it was a weird experience as always... hearing his voice and seeing himself on tv.
there’s an odd mix of feelings, sitting heavy on his chest-- partial elation, partial dread, but most of all is his brain taking on that automatic response of kicking itself into overtime to figure out his next steps.
his hands absentmindedly stroke thick white fur, fingers scratching in between dubu’s ears as he lets out a long, soft sigh.
“alright, buddy... what next?”
every time yeosang thinks he’s all out of bitter feelings, he manages to surprise himself. and that’s the thought stuck in the forefront of his mind as he stares at the box next to his door that had laid untouched for the last two weeks, since he’d lugged it up the stairs on his birthday.
it’s become a sort of doorside table, actually, the cloth being one of his old jackets he threw over it and his keys and wallet and other random things lying haphazardly on the top. slowly, he walks over to it and removes his belongings, patting off the nonexistent dust. his fingers hover at the edges of the tape, eyes dull before his hands drop to his sides.
instead, he heaves as he bends over and picks it up, a curious dubu trotting at his heels as he kicks open the door to his room and carefully sets the box down by his closet.
it’s not much-- but it’s progress.
with one last look at it, he shuts his bedroom door behind him and returns to his living room full of his music sheets and ripped notebook papers of lyrics. but he sits down and organizes the last ones he’d been working on-- the screen of his laptop reflecting in his eyes as he finally decides on his song choice.
just like the last time-- yeosang wanted to do his best to capture people’s attention while staying true to his own feelings and his own sound. it’s not something he thinks people would expect from him--
but yeosang is tired of bitter. and this feels right.
...
even still... the day of recording comes and yeosang’s hands shake. his fingers are twitchy, his eyes are unfocused and his heartbeat is too loud inside of his chest. his solace is sia’s presence beside him, and the feeling of her hand warm in his whenever she can sense his distress.
and he calms down further when he checks his phone-- sees the last messages of encouragement he’d gotten from hongjoong. a gentle feeling of ease washes over him and he clutches the phone in his hand as if in consolation, thumb hovering over the blue and gray bubbles as the screen fades to black.
and he tries to focus more on the other performances this time-- not really to check out his competition and what he’s up against, but more to really gauge the other contestants’ talents, because he’s interested-- because he likes watching other people perform ( just... not as much as he loves performing ). even so, they go by quickly, and before he knows it, his name is being called.
#5019, kang yeosang, please come to the stage.
“my name is kang yeosang, i’ll be performing original lyrics and a remixed arrangement.”
yeosang holds the microphone to him, devoid of a stand for this particular performance. and he’s dressed more casually today as opposed to the all black he’d been appearing in for the past few rounds. in a white bomber jacket, black shirt, and light wash blue ripped jeans, he’s hoping to deliver his serious message with a much less serious vibe-- a song that’s enjoyable to listen to.
his head starts to bob as the instrumental begins, a smile on his lips from the start-- and he’s sure that this in itself shocks the people that have seen him perform before. he clears his throat, stance relaxed as he breathes the lyrics into the microphone.
is this love, yeah
is this love, yeah
sometimes i know, yeah
sometimes i don't, yeah
“the next line, what should i write? so many words are circling me, but i don’t like single one.” yeosang paces back and forth across the stage, his hand pushing his bangs out of his face as he delivers the lyrics clearly and fluidly through the microphone. his tone is firm but his expression remains unbothered, the tone and melody of the song contrasting with the heavier meaning lyrics.
and the story he tells this time is a vague one-- of a push and pull relationship between a mother and son without explicitly stating either role. it’s lyrics full of doubt but painted over this cheery, easy going vibe.
it’s a catharsis of sorts as he reaches the chorus-- it’s the end of his regret.
난 그냥 사람, 사람, 사람
넌 나의 모든 모서릴 잠식
나를 사랑, 사랑, 사랑
으로 만들어 만들어
“i live so i love, i live so i love,” yeosang bounces across the stage, hoping his energy is infectious as he rocks back and forth with the beat, moving his body with whatever feels right in the moment.
he dives right into the second verse, and this is the epiphany-- the second verse a tale of forgiveness, but cerainly not of forget. his expression is a little bit more solemn, and his movements have restricted to hand movements as he focuses on the judges fully-- he’d been glancing at them and the other members of the audience throughout the performance.
but he finishes his verse abruptly, like he’d rehearsed, with emphasis and ends with a final
“if it’s love, i will love you.”
his breath comes a bit harsher, the beads of sweat gathering at the corners of his temples as he fixes his eyes on the judge panel one last time. he bows his head down, microphone held tightly between his hands.
at the very least, it feels like a weight has been lifted from his chest. and he feels like he’s shown another side of him again, along with his display of skill.
he straightens up again, lips curling into a slightly shyer smile as he raises the microphone to his lips one more time,
he wakes up with moisture at the corners of his eyes. he blinks it away, reaching up to swipe at it, pulling his finger away to see teardrops. he sits up slowly, comforter crinkling around him as he yawns and wipes at his eyes-- getting rid of everything at once. patting around on his bed for his phone, he looks at the time-- and looks at the date.
"happy birthday"-- the first notification reads. from: dad.
he puts his phone on 'do not disturb' and slides out of bed to get ready for the day.
4:25 pm.
"good work everyone," yeosang bows his head to each of the staff members as they bustle past him, returning the friendly smiles and the cheery calls that were frequent after a finished shoot.
he's heading back to the dressing rooms, hands busy unbuckling the accessories hung on his pants when he's stopped by his agent with a wave of his hand.
"oh yeosang, you're in a hurry-- have some birthday plans?"
yeosang blinks at him slowly, smile frozen on his face-- "ah-- i didn't think you would remember," he chuckles, waving off the protests with good manners. "no, i'm headed to the noraebang to work today, they asked me to come in a bit earlier so i'll at least get off before midnight today."
the older man nods his head and claps him on the back a few times.
"such a hardworking kid. get home quick so you can celebrate with your family, hm?"
"...yeah i wi--""
and like the busy man he is he's off after that, leaving yeosang behind, the chain accent hanging limp from his fingers.
5:10pm
"ah yeosang," the auntie at the desk greets him as he walks into his apartment building, "a big package was left for you today, do you need any help carrying it up?"
"of course not," yeosang blinks at her and responds with an easy laugh, "i can handle it mrs. oh, thank you."
and so he puts his duffel bag on top of the box and carries it up the stairs, slowly-- it was hard to see over the large cardboard box. he drops it to the ground to unlock his door, breaths coming out in short spurts as his chest rises and falls, trying to go back to normal. he pushes the door open and manages to gently get the box inside with a few careful kicks, the door falling shut behind him with a soft click.
he falls to his knees next to it, elbows resting on top as he exhales a sigh. curious, and with a bit of difficulty, he flips the box until the taped paper with all the information faces upward.
to: kang yeosang, address: -------- seoul, south korea
yeosang stares at the tag for a few minutes, mouth parting slightly. his phone reminder alarm snaps him out of his daze and he's on his feet and in his room to get ready for work.
he leaves the apartment without another glance behind him.
11:50pm
soft yellow light flickers off of the walls, the shadows dancing across the white surface and bouncing off of the tables. it flickers off of the white cardboard of the box that had been placed carefully next to his door, but had not been touched since. his eyes are closed, hands clasped together on the table, soft fur tickling his skin and heat radiating from his side. he opens his mouth-- and he blows.
the light goes out.
yeosang stands up and treads carefully over to the light switch, flicking it up and squinting as light floods the small area of his living room. rubbing at his eyes slowly, he walks back over to where dubu is sitting and wagging his tail-- he barks once at him excitedly. a soft, fond smile lifts the corners of his lips as he sits back down on the floor in front of his coffee table, scratching the pup between his ears, "thanks."
he plucks the candle out of the small cake he'd picked up on the way back from work ( matcha and vanilla-- he wasn't much of a chocolate person ). he reaches into the plastic bag and pulls out a cup of whip cream he had requested, setting it down and uncapping it for dubu.
ruffling his fur affectionately and leaving his hand resting on the dog's back, he leans back on his other hand and murmurs,
˟ mga season 5 … preliminaries // part one: arriving.
he’s having mixed thoughts... again.
there are way too many people swarming around him, way too much chatter and noise, too much excitement. not only that but there’s a feeling of deja vu... a similar atmosphere to auditions last year. he’s also sure he’s overthinking, paranoid and working himself into a frenzy thinking people are whispering, pointing, looking at him and-- perhaps even worse this year, everything is moving way too fast and his senses, his brain, everything is overwhelmed.
he closes his eyes for a brief moment, hands curled into fists safely inside the pockets of his bomber jacket, away from prying eyes.
( more than ) half of him is extremely tempted to turn around and crawl right back to where he knows his precious dubu is waiting on the couch. just because his form and everything had been submitted doesn’t mean he has to go through with it-- and yet. he can’t bring himself to turn his feet around... and he knows why.
and it’s not that he’s any more confident than he was last time-- if anything, he feels like his confidence is pretty low-- not a good image to show, he’s sure. but, that won’t deter him. it’s because he wants this. it’s because no matter how dejected he became last year-- his feelings, wants, dreams-- they haven’t changed. they’re still the same.
and so, he opens his eyes slowly but resolutely, clutches onto the nametag given to him and hesitates just once more before he lifts his head high and makes his legs, begs his legs to carry him forward.
and they do.
he follows the instructions quietly, eyes fixed in front of him the entire time as he goes thorugh the preliminary check, gets his measurements taken and everything else. it’s not that he’s technically ignoring the hubbub around him, but rather he’s saving his social energy for when he’s sure he’ll have to address other people. and he bows his head now and then to a few familiar faces he passes and takes his spot waiting-- waiting to perform, hands crinkling the edges of his nametag, now pressed against the front of his black shirt.
and that’s what he will do-- he’ll perform because that’s what he knows how to do.
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he can’t say that the air around them doesn’t feel awkward.
his coworker, manager, seems entirely out of place in his messy bachelor pad-- what with his notes and papers and sheet music strewn about everywhere along with his various music equipment, mixed in with dubu’s toys. at the very least, he’d had the decency to throw all of his dirty clothes into his room and toss out the numerous empty takeout boxes and empty beer cans and bottles of liquor. even still, she sits amidst the chaos and it’s an almost comical sight.
he isn’t deterred though. and it’s very easy to ignore all of that, forget about it with his eyes locked onto his laptop screen, fingers fiddling with the buttons on his software and tapping away at his keyboard. and he tries to speed up the process as much as possible. at this point, he’s just making last minute adjustments and jotting down notes between the margins for himself and for jei. he’d arranged basically everything else the night before in preparation-- he didn’t want to waste too much of either of their time.
he hands her a finished copy with an encouraging smile-- nods at the papers as he sets up the microphones in front of her. “let me know if you have any questions okay? thanks for doing this, again.”
he mixes her vocals in once he’s recorded himself to his liking, asked for a little bit of feedback here and there-- and like that, the day is spent, and he saves the final copy with a triumphant click.
˟ mga season 5 … preliminaries // part five: second skill.
talk me down :: 0:10 - 0:58
truthfully speaking, yeosang wasn’t in any condition to stomach a lot.
so on his break, he does just enough to keep himself going-- eats a triangle kimbap, drinks an entire bottle of water, uses the bathroom, and silently follows the network staff in the direction he was supposed to go. and that’s how he finds himself in the same practice room he had been in previously.
and that’s how he spends a good ten seconds deciding what to showcase now-- he definitely had no confidence to dance ( even though he has been practicing in his free time ), so he makes a quick split second decision and he clears his throat, nodding his head and flashing a small grin.
“i’ll be singing a song i like by troye sivan.”
he hesitates briefly, debating whether or not to ask for the accompanying instrumental backing track. but as he’d announced it already, he straightens up fully and decides to go in headfirst. he figures that this way, the music won’t get in the way of his voice-- oddly enough, he feels more comfortable singing without it rather than with an instrumental. it’s also a lot more raw this way, and he can take his time or speed up the melody where he saw fit. he closes his eyes and opens his mouth.
i wanna sleep next to you
but that's all i wanna do right now
and i wanna come home to you
but home is just a room full of my safest sounds
halfway through the verse, he’s opened his eyes slowly, his lense-covered eyes focusing on the camera as he takes a small breath, leaving a very short pause before continuing onto the next verse.
'cause you know that i can't trust myself with my three a.m. shadow
i'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone
i wanna sleep next to you
but that's all i wanna do right now
so come over now and talk me down
he finishes and bows his head once more.
his heart is pounding and it feels like the entire day has lasted three weeks-- but yeosang continuously tells himself to calm down, putting a hand over his chest as he leaves the practice room for the final time that day and exhaling a long, loud breath.
he’s jittery from excitement, but he also feels a burden lift off his shoulders.
he’d been hesitant from the get go, but he’s really glad he came, and that he had the encouragement that was offered to him by his friends.
˟ mga season 5 … preliminaries // part four: extra skill.
love shot :: otamatone performance
“ actually, before you go-- ”
yeosang pauses, already about to stand up from his chair. he blinks at the interviewer expectantly, eyes flickering over to where he notices that the camera light has not shut off, and slowly lowers himself back into his seat. “yes?”
“ you were asked to list some special skills on your form. do you think you could show us? any one of them will be fine. ”
“ah...” yeosang makes a noise of understanding. he can’t say he’d been expecting this-- but he’d somewhat been expecting this. he’d been slightly worried about this portion of the form, as the overthinking part of his brain wasn’t sure what he’d be able to show on the spot. he’d originally decided on bringing his melodica with him just in case ( had originally debated using it for his audition ), but he figured it would be too bulky to carry around and eventually decided on bringing something smaller that he could use, just in case.
“okay.”
he reaches next to his chair, into the small backpack he had brought with him, and pulled out a mint colored otamatone, with a little black bow he had added as decoration ( and comedic purposes ). he straightens up, responding to the interviewer’s curious gaze with a smile. he holds the small instrument up for both her and the camera to see.
“for a special skill... i’ll play a popular song on this instrument. it is called the otamatone.” he explains factually, the seriousness of his intent to display this instrument that he likes possibly comical to anyone who doesn’t know him to well. so, practically everyone who might possibly see this.
“i hope you enjoy. as a game, you can try to guess the song,” he suggest with a small smile. “here i go.”
he holds the instrument up and begins to play, left hand sliding along the bar as his right manipulates the mouth of the musical note, humming quietly under his breath to help with keeping the rhythm.
he finishes abruptly and bows his head. “if you guessed love shot, that was correct,” and he flashes a toothy smile. “thank you for letting me show this.”
