läkme's pov

I regretted coming the moment we got out of that car. I couldn't take the the clarinetist seriously. I mean, not that he wasn't, but the moment I arrived into the picture, it was as if I was a side assistant that wasn't needed at that moment.

slowly but surely, the rest of the men arrived, taking into account that this wasn't even half of the full jazz band. i couldn't focus on what their names were when I introduced myself to them, because I was so reserved, I concentrated on looking sweet.

not that it would help much in my situation, I was a side note in this story.

we sat down and mom started singing the first song on the track list. it was nice jazz music, even if it was missing a trumpet, guitar, and trombone, but from my understanding, they were arriving for tomorrow's practice.

my only job was to record the music on mom's phone, but even then, I got the most uncomfortable vibes I had ever experienced. I prayed that they would call it a day soon, because if they didn't, I would have to sing 'Fly Me To The Moon' by Frank Sinatra, and even if it was my favorite song that I was known for throughout my school district, I couldn't find myself feeling comfortable with these men.

my peripheral vision told me that the drummer right next to me found a way to glance at me once in a while, which nearly made me shiver.

i had a gigantic feeling I wouldn't be attending next week's practice sessions.

it sounds horrible, but I could almost cry at how much I just wanted to go back to Daegu.

everything here made me sick to my stomach.