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Post by KREVA on Mar 16, 2011 17:30:10 GMT
This 'Dr K' sensed some skepticism from the redhead. Well, that isn't a first and the lecturer can only grin.
"Lots. At least 90% of the kids here graduate 'n do sumthin' relevant to their field, 50% of dat become famous 'n successful, 'n 35% of dat become filthy stinkin' rich, yo. It's all in da statistics. Haven'tcha read the papers lately?"
Kreva took a sip of his own coffee as he watched Die fill in the rest of the forms. Just like he did for Akiya, the man dropped his namecard with the student.
"3000yen per hour, Club Zap Ikebukuro. Report 'ta em at 7pm t'morrow sharp. Yer auditionin' starts den. Dis me cell, Red. Just call if ya need any help, yeah?"
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die
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Post by die on Mar 17, 2011 5:54:36 GMT
A slight grumble accompanied the lecture as Die gathered up the few things he needed to take with him.
"Yeah, yeah, 7pm something something..." Giving the mug of cooling coffee a glance - it was his after all, yes? - he swiped it up and sipped on it as he headed for the door with a little wave over his shoulder in thanks.
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Post by Jae Wook on Mar 18, 2011 3:20:54 GMT
While Die was firmly ensconced in his interview, Jae arrived ten minutes early for his time slot. Despite the fact that he was meeting a teacher who was familiar with himself and his work, he brought along a folder containing various compositions, literary assignments, sketches, photos and a CD of guitar and piano both covers and originals. It didn't hurt to be prepared right? He knew that Kreva most likely had access to most of these things already. Oh well. He'd dressed sharp. His long hair was combed back out of his face and he'd dressed himself in a crisp white t-shirt and blazer. Dark slacks completed the outfit along with a pair of black dress shoes.  Seating himself in the closest chair, he crossed one leg over the other and settled in to wait. |
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Post by KREVA on Mar 18, 2011 4:15:05 GMT
Finally the guitar positions were filled and closed. Now Kreva was busy looking through the application forms when the door opened again to reveal his student and friend, Jae Wook.
"Ya early."
The man grunted while gesturing casually to the seat opposite his on the table, taking a glance over at the other's sharp appearance and immediately approved.
"Nice shit. Mmkay. Fill these in 'n hand me somma those. Ya gonna be keyboardin' cuz guitar's all taken, aight? Same place same time as de others. Ikebukuro. All written here. Audition time on dis slip...just take a look. Yeah. keyboard's pay better. 4000yen an hour butcha gotta play fer longer cuz dey need somma BGM constant."
Kreva rattled off as he stapled some photographs and music samples together in a ziplock to the application forms.
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Post by Jae Wook on Mar 18, 2011 4:34:57 GMT
Good thing Jae Wook was fluent in Kreva.
"Yeah, sure thing." He offered his folder, accepting the forms and quickly filling them out. He knew most of this information was in his school file but refrained from pointing it out. This was a job interview, not a hang-out session. He had to be respectful.
"So how did the other interviews go so far?" Okay, so he couldn't completely refrain from conversation.
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