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Wednesday: October 31, 2007
Who: Jin-Sang Connor, Rainey Nielson
Where: Outside of Jin-Sang's Helicharis cottage
When: Mid-morning
What: It's a good day to dance!
The last Halloween that Jin-Sang recalled taking active participation in was last year, his freshman term of college. The year seemed to have flown by with all that had happened, all that had been built up to be washed away. But as a marker in time came to pass, Jin-Sang was determined not to let himself be depressed. Neither of his mothers would have wanted that, he was sure, so he'd be as positive as he could. In his living room earlier that morning he'd been playing his guitar. First, he started with a warm-up to get his fingers moving and tuned the strings. Then he merely strummed lightly before picking up the pace, his sneaker tapping on the floor. At various and rather random intervals, he slapped the guitar with his palm or drummed his fingers across the surface. He felt like he was rocking out.
Then a song hit him. He didn't know it word for word, so he made up the lines he didn't know. Made up the cords, occasionally stopping to go back and fix it until it sounded right. Jin-Sang always felt better when he could get lost in the music. An hour passed and his fingers felt tired. Scolding himself for not playing more, he put his Baby Darling away and grabbed a sweater. Today he felt. . .fidgety. He felt like he had to get moving or else all would be lost. Around his house as he pulled on his sweat shirt he glanced outside. Weather seemed pretty good. Time for some fresh air--Michelle would have scolded him for being so "indoors" when he had once been an "outdoors" kind of kid.
Not that he was a cat. That would have been silly. As is he still found it awkward that he could lure people in with his voice. Often he thought he was cast in some science-fiction/fantasy movie where he was just a pawn for the bad guys. The way he had treated people in the past left a bad taste in his mouth. So he flung himself outside with his song stuck in his head, feet moving. Someone put the rhythm in that boy. "Can ya feel me? Slow it down, take your time, get'cha body doooown." Jumping over the stairs to hit the grassy ground with a thud, his feet crossed before he turned himself around. Jin-Sang hardly cared if he looked ridiculous, he was having fun and it had been a long time since he'd had some real, carefree fun.
Who: Jin-Sang Connor, Rainey Nielson
Where: Outside of Jin-Sang's Helicharis cottage
When: Mid-morning
What: It's a good day to dance!
The last Halloween that Jin-Sang recalled taking active participation in was last year, his freshman term of college. The year seemed to have flown by with all that had happened, all that had been built up to be washed away. But as a marker in time came to pass, Jin-Sang was determined not to let himself be depressed. Neither of his mothers would have wanted that, he was sure, so he'd be as positive as he could. In his living room earlier that morning he'd been playing his guitar. First, he started with a warm-up to get his fingers moving and tuned the strings. Then he merely strummed lightly before picking up the pace, his sneaker tapping on the floor. At various and rather random intervals, he slapped the guitar with his palm or drummed his fingers across the surface. He felt like he was rocking out.
Then a song hit him. He didn't know it word for word, so he made up the lines he didn't know. Made up the cords, occasionally stopping to go back and fix it until it sounded right. Jin-Sang always felt better when he could get lost in the music. An hour passed and his fingers felt tired. Scolding himself for not playing more, he put his Baby Darling away and grabbed a sweater. Today he felt. . .fidgety. He felt like he had to get moving or else all would be lost. Around his house as he pulled on his sweat shirt he glanced outside. Weather seemed pretty good. Time for some fresh air--Michelle would have scolded him for being so "indoors" when he had once been an "outdoors" kind of kid.
Not that he was a cat. That would have been silly. As is he still found it awkward that he could lure people in with his voice. Often he thought he was cast in some science-fiction/fantasy movie where he was just a pawn for the bad guys. The way he had treated people in the past left a bad taste in his mouth. So he flung himself outside with his song stuck in his head, feet moving. Someone put the rhythm in that boy. "Can ya feel me? Slow it down, take your time, get'cha body doooown." Jumping over the stairs to hit the grassy ground with a thud, his feet crossed before he turned himself around. Jin-Sang hardly cared if he looked ridiculous, he was having fun and it had been a long time since he'd had some real, carefree fun.