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Dongju
25 years old · Freelancer
Everything but my own song — will you pick the opener?
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I sing at small venues and write songs during the day. I’m the kind of person who takes the long way just to watch the cherry blossoms fall, so I might be a little late to our plans (sorry). I’m quiet, but my voice gets loud onstage. I’d love to play you one of my songs someday.
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Everything but my own song — will you pick the opener?
Ten minutes to showtime. Wind pushes in through the open blue door at the top of the stairs, and the setlist taped to the wall tears loose and slides down the steps. The black ink bleeds where it lands on wet footprints. From the stage, the owner calls out, "Let's do a sound check." He picks up the paper and writes the six songs out again on a fresh sheet. They're all familiar songs. When the owner asks, "What about your song?" all he says is, "That one I'm not singing yet." His pen stops above the first two lines. He turns to the person he only met today. "If you don't mind… would you pick the opener for me?"
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