Revenge Of The Oriental Blossom

4. Popeye the sailor moon

Popeye the sailor moon
Chapter 4:

"Thank you for your audition. We'll get back to you. Right now I feel that you are too young. Why don't you come back after a year? Your voice needs a bit more vocal training, but I'm sure you'll be sensational." 

The producer gives me an encouraging smile as he places my Cd on his desk.  I try not to hide my disappointment as I shuffle the weight of my guitar over my shoulder.

"Your father and I actually spoke over the phone."

I stare at him in shock. How did he even know? I narrow my eyes, I wanted to do this without my father's influence- the very reason why I moved abroad and away from home. I saw what happened the last time he helped out. 

"Listen sir, I don't want to help just because my father called-" 

His eyes look at me and widen in amazement before bursting into laughter, "What? Boy, if I wanted to I would have never taken the time to listen to your tracks. I was going to offer you some help, our vocal coaches can help you."

He hands me a glossy black card with fancy cursive gold lettering- Melinda Kurtis- professional vocal coach. I stare at the card for a minute before looking up.

"Thank you sir, I appreciate it." 

He gets up to shake my hand, "I wouldn't want good talent going to waste. Looking forward to hearing from you again." 

As I walk out of the humongous building which towered above me like a great monolith of concrete and glass. I text my mom.

It went okay.  I'll call when I reach home.

I stare at my watch, 2.30, it's late. They probably wouldn't be waiting for me. I contemplate on whether or not to text them. I feel pretty bummed out,not going to lie, maybe I'll just tell them that I'm not feeling well-

My phone suddenly rings, causing me to jump. "Dude, we're starving. Where are you?" I hear Alec whining in the background. 

"Tell him we'll turn him into a roast pecking duck if he doesn't get here soon."

 I struggle not to sound offended at that racist dumb comment. This makes me want to question the ignorance these people have. Beijing is famous for it. Now if he had said jajangmyeon I would have been so happy. They are seriously going to have to try Korean food, they will be sorry they even compared me to a duck.

"We'll pick you up? Where are you?"

"Wellington street."

He gives out an exclamation of recognition, "Awesome. That is nearby. We'll be there in five minutes." Woody promises before cutting the call. I guess Woody owns a car.

In Korea you have to be at least 18 to drive. It's weird seeing people my age driving fancy cars. Since Bates Academy is an expensive school, I wonder what kind of car my friends own.

I slide my headphones over my head and play 'The other side of paradise' by Glass Animals on Spotify as I wait on the sidewalk for my friends. As the music blares in my ears, I watch in awe as a robin blue mustang pulls up. Looks like a sweet ride. My eyes widen as Woody's messy head leans out of the window.