Personal Rehearsal: Open RP

mosthonestliar:

Goddammit. She was barely able to speak English as it was…but what the fuck was coming out of his mouth? At least he had gotten the gist of her name, but the rest of his words were still taking her a bit of time to dissect. Hilton was something, but which one? There were a couple, but on different ends of the city. Dammit this was ridiculous. What the hell was he even doing in Seattle? Most of the asians she knew wanted to stay under the radar and kept themselves around Pike’s Place; so what was he doing at her studio of all places?
“Fuck. Umm. What…street…are…you…staying..at?” She was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the minute, communication wasn’t one of her strong suits at all. Maybe if she was lucky she could at least get this guy in the right neighborhood.

What street? Shuichi didn’t know which one his hotel was on. He hadn’t been paying attention. Always mindless, this one. It was just a few blocks away from the venue, but he’d wandered far off from it to get to this dance studio. He leaned against the door frame and looked up at her, avoiding her eyes.

“I don’t remember.” He said honestly. “I think is near, ah, El Corazon.” The name of the venue was nearly botched by his accent. “Concert venue,” He tried, “near hotel. I play there in band, tomorrow!”

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