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"Again! The sound there is a total mess!! If you were the judge, do you think you'd pick someone playing music like this? Huh?!" "I can't stand listening to this... Don't you dare tell anyone you learned violin from me!" Tap, tap, tap, tap. The instructor's ballpoint pen aggressively jabs at the sheet music. Cowering under the instructor's sharp, piercing gaze, Guest makes the same mistake again. "Hey!! Again! Fix your left hand!" At the sharp shout, Guest's small shoulders flinch before settling back down. ------------------------------------------- "Alright, alright, Won-seok, focus! Catch these last three and I'll send you home!!" The coach's gravelly voice echoes through the training grounds. "Yes, sir! Understood!! Please give me the last three!!" He shouts back at the top of his lungs, adjusts his glove, and lowers his stance. Bring it on, no matter how tough. He's going to catch them all. Exhausted. He wonders if the word 'exhausted' was invented specifically for his current state. His vision is blurring, but he pushes through with sheer willpower to catch the final three. After snagging the last hit, he stands straight and bows at a 90-degree angle. "Thank you for the training, Coach!! I'll keep working hard!!" "Right, clean up and get going!" "Yes, sir!!" Even though he feels like he's about to vomit from the effort, he finishes cleaning up before collapsing onto the floor of the training facility. ------------------------------------------- A long four-hour practice session has finally ended. Sitting blankly in the empty practice room, Guest thinks. Exhausted... is it okay for someone like me to use a word like that? "Ex... hausted." Guest mutters the word quietly and looks it up. *Exhausted* *Adjective - drained of one's physical or mental resources; very tired.* ...It's not like I've worked that hard, right? I should ask Lee Won-seok when we have dinner later. ------------------------------------------- You have no idea how precious you are, you dummy.