Shin Kyung Jae
As usual, Kyung Jae had been woken up by this really persistent alarm clock called his mom. The morning started off with a beautiful dream of him being on stage again and roses were being thrown at his feet for another fantastic performance. Women and men both were in joyful tears screaming compliments and he stood on the stage, near tears himself at the beauty of his own greatness. Yes, he did believe he was that amazing. Everyone told him he was so why should he deny it. Then his mother's high pitched voice cut through his dream like a knife. "Kyung Jae!" She yelled, her shrill tone seeming to erupt the dream of the stage beneath him. "Jason! Wake up! You have to practice now!" When he didn't respond after five minutes, she came to his door and stood at the doorway. Doors were never to be locked in the Shin house. Never. "Jason!" she yelled with the same tone as before, even though the distance from them had now been cut in half. "Get up!" Kyung Jae groaned and sat up, making his moaning a clear sign that he was not in the mood. He glared at his mom. "Umma! What day is today?" He scratched his head and tossed the blanket of his body. Standing up, he towered over his mom. She was only 5'5" tall. She looked at him lovingly even though he stared, irritated by her presence. "Tuesday," she turned her back. "Good morning. Now hurry up," she said a few more words in Korean that he didn't bother to catch. He didn't like being called Jason, his american name. He was Kyung Jae.
Letting out another loud groan, he got into the shower. He changed and dried his hair, jogging down to the music room in their basement with his socks on. He picked up his guitar and strummed at a little. Milky bounded in a little after seven, by then he had gotten a solid fifteen minutes of practice. "You're not supposed to be down here," he scolded softly. He pointed towards the stairs. "Go!" he said, and the dog left. His gaze followed after her softly, then he returned to his guitar. Soon he had spent another twenty minutes on his piano and saxophone, before jogging up for breakfast. He was greeted by the deep, serious tone of his father. It was a weird diversity of voices in the family. His mother was a shrill pitch. Kyung Jae's sister a deeper pitch. They both had annoying tones whenever they screamed and they loved to use it to their advantage. Kyung Jae's father was like a deep rumbling ocean and his was the normal-est out of the family. He was to admit it wasn't deep though.
Around 7:45, he would head off to school in a sprint. He was in no rush to get to school when he got a text messages from one of his personal "sources" that today would be the day that the trainees that left a year back to their companies would be returning to school. At the note of that, he run out of the house just as the clock hit 7:30. He wasn't going to miss this. It was an exciting event and he planned to learn all about it. Fair or unfairly. He really saw no difference.
As usual, Kyung Jae had been woken up by this really persistent alarm clock called his mom. The morning started off with a beautiful dream of him being on stage again and roses were being thrown at his feet for another fantastic performance. Women and men both were in joyful tears screaming compliments and he stood on the stage, near tears himself at the beauty of his own greatness. Yes, he did believe he was that amazing. Everyone told him he was so why should he deny it. Then his mother's high pitched voice cut through his dream like a knife. "Kyung Jae!" She yelled, her shrill tone seeming to erupt the dream of the stage beneath him. "Jason! Wake up! You have to practice now!" When he didn't respond after five minutes, she came to his door and stood at the doorway. Doors were never to be locked in the Shin house. Never. "Jason!" she yelled with the same tone as before, even though the distance from them had now been cut in half. "Get up!" Kyung Jae groaned and sat up, making his moaning a clear sign that he was not in the mood. He glared at his mom. "Umma! What day is today?" He scratched his head and tossed the blanket of his body. Standing up, he towered over his mom. She was only 5'5" tall. She looked at him lovingly even though he stared, irritated by her presence. "Tuesday," she turned her back. "Good morning. Now hurry up," she said a few more words in Korean that he didn't bother to catch. He didn't like being called Jason, his american name. He was Kyung Jae.
Letting out another loud groan, he got into the shower. He changed and dried his hair, jogging down to the music room in their basement with his socks on. He picked up his guitar and strummed at a little. Milky bounded in a little after seven, by then he had gotten a solid fifteen minutes of practice. "You're not supposed to be down here," he scolded softly. He pointed towards the stairs. "Go!" he said, and the dog left. His gaze followed after her softly, then he returned to his guitar. Soon he had spent another twenty minutes on his piano and saxophone, before jogging up for breakfast. He was greeted by the deep, serious tone of his father. It was a weird diversity of voices in the family. His mother was a shrill pitch. Kyung Jae's sister a deeper pitch. They both had annoying tones whenever they screamed and they loved to use it to their advantage. Kyung Jae's father was like a deep rumbling ocean and his was the normal-est out of the family. He was to admit it wasn't deep though.
Around 7:45, he would head off to school in a sprint. He was in no rush to get to school when he got a text messages from one of his personal "sources" that today would be the day that the trainees that left a year back to their companies would be returning to school. At the note of that, he run out of the house just as the clock hit 7:30. He wasn't going to miss this. It was an exciting event and he planned to learn all about it. Fair or unfairly. He really saw no difference.