Chapter 5

Country Bumpkin

I felt someone move my white hat up a bit and woke up without opening my eyes. "Is she asleep?" A woman's voice asked.

"Well we can't just leave her on the bus either way, I just hope she doesn't slap me when she wakes up." A guy with a country accent said. I felt my body being lifted up out of the seat and two strong arms held on to me. "She's heavy! What does she eat?"

"Yah! That's not nice!" I felt tired again and soon fell back into slumber... Wait a minute! I can't go to sleep when being practically kidnap!

I woke up and stared up at the person who noticed and stared back down at me. "What are you doing?"

"She's awake, Mom." The guy setted me down on my feet. "You were going to sleep forever, or so it seemed."

Oh, they were just trying to help me. "Ah, it's okay! Um... Where are we?" I looked around to realize I was in the country. No wonder he had that country accent.

"Ah, you're at a huge country side in South Korea. You don't find us in maps but there's still buses in Seoul that takes you to here." The guy smiled at me. "Where are you from?"

"Hmm? Oh, um... Incheon, South Korea, soon to be... Kirin Art School student..." Dang, I hurt my heart a bit there saying that.

"Kirin Art School? You mean the Kirin Art School that has all those talented singers and dancers?" He blurted out.

"Y-Yeah..." Ouch, pride got stabbed again. "Um... So where's the nearest hotel or motel?"

"I think it's about twenty miles away from here or more. I'm not sure." I gaped at him and felt a sudden unhappiness. It was already dark outside. "But you shouldn't walk all the way there for something like a place to sleep."

"Yeah," The mother grabbed both of my hands and held it in her rough hands. "You can stay at our place!"

"Mom!" The guy snapped at his mother. "She's still a stranger!"

"You're the one who suggested it and I am the official decider of our household." The mom stuck out her chest. "Besides, Anku, this is a great chance to ask her about that school of your dreams."

"Ah, I'm not a student yet so I don't know anything about it!" I tried to avoid that topic. "I won't be able to tell you anything about that place... Besides, I was only riding the bus so I can meet someone who's going to be recruited into Kirin like me."

"What's the person's name?" The mom stared at me with excitement.

"Mom, it's not going to be me and I don't dream of going to Kirin and become a singer like Father before he died." Anku looked sad.

"Um..." I searched for the piece of paper that should've had the person's name. "I have it written down... Somewhere..."

"Yoki!" My head shot up when I heard my name and noticed Daiku running over after getting off the bus. "Wait up!"

"What's he doing here?" I muttered to myself quietly, but somehow not quiet enough since Anku looked at me mysteriously.

"Yoki," Daiku caught up and hunched over while breathing hard. "Y-You f-f-found him! And you didn't even see a picture of him, that's awesome!"

"What are you talking about, Daiku? I found who?" I looked at him weirdly.

"He's the one. He's the Special Kirin student! You found him without my help!" He looked up with a big fat grin on his face. "You do care about our dreams, huh?"

I stared at Daiku, dumbfounded. Anku was the Kirin Special student along with me and Daiku. We were classmates. We were... "Well then, who wants to give this area a performance?" I suggested out of the blue.

"Eh? I'm sorry but I'm not following your guy's conversation." Anku finally entered the conversation. "Start from the beginning please."

So Daiku gave him the brief summary of what was going on and allowed me to tell the mom what was happening. "Miss, your son has been selected as a student to go to Kirin Art School. You can possibly call us the recruiters but we are also one of the few to be selected as a special student. That means that we didn't do the try-outs or auditions to get in but we were selected to go. Do you allow your son to go to Kirin with us tomorrow?"

Before the ma'am said anything, Anku pushes me out of the way while bear-hugging his mother. "Mom, I can't believe this! I'm going to Kirin!"

"Sheesh, it's nothing that special." I grumbled unhappily but with a small smile. "It's just Kirin who's in the major dumps and is soon going to be closed."

I am soon embraced though by Anku while he's screaming in my ear, "Thank you so much for this awesome opportunity! You're awesome and cute!"

"Ugh, can't breath here." That was all I could reply since I really couldn't breath. He was strong for someone from the country. "Calm down please."

"Sorry," He lets go but he still has this silly yet very admiring grin on his face and looks like he's about to throw me in the air and catch me when I came down. "But this is just so awesome. I've always dreamed about going to Kirin like my dad but never thought I would get a chance to go there! This is so awesome!"

"Now, now," His mother moved forward. "Call me Mother if you please, and I certainly cannot allow either of you two to leave tonight. Please come sleep comfortly at our humble house."

"Tell me a bit about your guy's dreams since we are classmates." Anku asked with full excitement in his golden eyes.

I shifted uncomfortable in the futon they gave me. I didn't care for that type of question nor did I want to answer it. Daiku, somehow full of energy, answers, "I dream of becoming a famous guitar player and a teacher. You, Yoki?"

"Um... I guess I don't technically have a dream. I just try and help others reach their dreams." I said lamely.

"You've gotta have some sort of singing, dancing, or acting dream to want to go into Kirin." Anku had to point out with Daiku agreeing.

"Nah, to me it's all just a bunch of blah. In my personal opinion, Kirin can go to the dumps and die. I don't care for Kirin, I'm just getting forced into there." I told them the truth about my thoughts and opinion.

"Why are you forced?" They asked at the same time.

"Like I said eariler, I just want to help others reach their dream. If I don't go to Kirin then you don't go to Kirin. I'm helping you reach your dreams, that's all and the reason why I agree attending a school I despise so much." I scowled at myself.

"Eh, so that's why Koriko was surprised to see you at his house!" Daiku made the connection. "He didn't think you would show up from his reaction."

"I'm surprised I'm even here. Too much is happening all at once and I don't like where it leads to. I just wish that I wasn't forced to go to Kirin." I shrugged my head. "Kirin will most likely fall if I'm in it."

"You sing that horribly?" Anku asked and Daiku somehow agreed.

"I sing awesomely." I boasted. "I just refuse to say I'm a singer for Kirin."

"How can we trust you?" Anku frowned but soon grinned evilly. "Sing right now and here."

"Huh?" I asked with no changing expressions. "Do you have a guitar or an instrument?"

"No..." Anku went sad but Daiku butted in saying, "I got my guitar."

So Daiku opens his guitar case and hands me the guitar. It's a black and white one and it's an acoustic one. I lay it comfortably on my lap, already knowing where I usually had it comfortably. I pick a few of the strings and nod my head with satisfaction. I play a few chords and start singing while swaying.

"Way back on the radio dial
The fire got lit inside a bright eyed child
Every note just wrapped around his soul
From steel guitars to Memphis all the way to rock and roll

Oh I can hear 'em playin
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Oh I can hear 'em singing
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart

Downtown is where I used to wander
Old enough to get there but too young to get inside
So I would stand out on the sidewalk
Listen to the music playin every Friday night

Oh I can hear 'em playin
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Oh I can hear 'em singing
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart

Some dreams stay with you forever
Drag you around and bring you back to where you were
Some dreams keep on getting better
Gotta keep believing if you wanna know for sure

Oh I can hear 'em playin
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Oh I can hear 'em singing
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart

Oh I can hear 'em playin
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Oh I can hear 'em singing
Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart

Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart

Keep on dreaming

Don't let it break your heart."

I stopped to look at their reaction and they were both looking at me with disbelief. "What? Was it horrible?"

"That's... There's no real word or words to describe how awesome that was. As if I was at a concert for the real live person." Anku said

"Uh, that's because I can copy the same exact notes and sound after listening to the song twice. I can also do vocaloid though it's a bit hard on the throat." I replied.

"Isn't Vocaloid that Japanese computer-made singers?" Daiku asked while Anku tried to ask who was Vocaloid.

"Yeah, that's why it's hard to copy them but I'm still able to." I grinned. "Anyways, let's get some rest. I'm tired out."

I lay down and quickly fell fast asleep without remembering where I was.