words from kioku--
I wrote this story a LONG time ago. It was originally a boy and girl, but I like yoosu better lol Hope you enjoy it :) Based on the song You and me.
Okay so I missed a couple of sentences lol I fixed them though :)


Listen To My Story

I can still remember the beautiful smile he showed me the day we first met, that is, if you call it a meeting. We didn't speak at all to each but we had a connection. I was just a guy on the street playing my guitar and singing for hours. It was quite nice to share my music with people but no one really stops to hear the actual song. They just hear the few strings being touched and then they are already too fay away to hear anything. Children usually stop with their parents. They rather enjoy watching me play my guitar. The parents didn't really like all the waiting though.

One day, this boy was walking by and I thought he was going to be just like all the other students and just continue to walk-on by, like I'm not even there. He was different, he stopped. His short brown hair blew in the wind and his dark eyes where amazing to look at. It was like I was playing for an angel now. He bent over and put 2000 won inside my case. I thought he was going to leave it at that and then go back to his regular routine, but he didn't. He sat down with the kids and just smiled the whole time and watch me play the guitar for two hours straight. I had played some songs twice but it didn't seem like he cared at all. I was beginning to wonder why he was actually sitting here. Was he waiting for someone?

My answer came soon as a taller boy in the same school uniform came over and tapped the angel sitting in front of me. The taller boy was speaking but he was using hand signals as well. He said my angel's name was Junsu. But when Junsu was replying to his friend, he was moving his lips but barely any sound came out and he was using hand signals as well. After a while, I thought Junsu would be leaving with his friend from school but he didn't, he just sat right back down to watch me play. My angel... he can't even hear the song I'm playing but he's smiling like he's hearing the best song in the world.

After three hours of playing, it was nine o'clock and I was packing up my guitar. Junsu was watching me put it away and I turned around and asked him a question, not knowing if he would even be able to respond.

“Do-you-want-to-come-with-me-to-the-park-for-ice-cream?” I asked, very aware of the shape of the words I was uttering.

He stared at my mouth and for a second I thought he just looked confused but he nodded his head smiling.

We each got a small bowl of ice cream and sat down on a white bench. It was a little strange sitting there without knowing what to do. Junsu solved that problem in an instant. He pulled out of his pocket a little notebook with a little black pen attached to it. He began writing something and then showed the note to me.

'I can speak but it's hard for me. My voice doesn't work as well as most people's'

I wanted to respond but I didn't have a notebook with me, but then I thought of my cellphone and I took that out and wrote back:

'This is perfectly fine.'

He looked happy and he began writing another note.

'How long have you been playing the guitar?'

'7 years.'

Junsu had a look of amazing.

'I've never even had an instrument before. Is it enjoyable to play it?'

In the back of my head, I was thinking about the reason he never had an instrument. I've heard of people going deaf and still being able to play, but learning to play an instrument without being able to hear it is nearly impossible.

'It is quite enjoyable.'

I couldn't think of anything more to say. I was scared it might bring him down if he thinks he lost out on another thing in life.

'Why do you play the guitar on the streets?'

'Because my parents died and any extra money I can get for myself is great. Plus, I love having people hear some of my music.'

'I'm sorry your parents died..'

'It's alright.'

We continued eating ice cream and exchanging little notes until eleven, and he had to go home. He waved good bye and that was the beginning of my new relationship with my angel who enjoys the music that he can't hear.


Two weeks past and he continued to watch me play everyday, from six to nine. Afterwards, we would go to the little white bench and have our special conversations, eating ice cream as always. Junsu stole my favorite red pick when I wasn't looking. I had so many of them it didn't really matter to me. Sometimes, he would put his hand on my guitar and he would move to the vibrations of the strings I was playing. He began teaching me sign language. It was quite interesting to learn and I wanted to learn it so badly that I would stay up very late to try and learn as much as I can before I saw him the next day at six. I wrote him that my dream was to be a musician and have many screaming fans cheering for me. Junsu smiled and wrote that he would be one of those fans.


Two days before now, I was playing my songs with Junsu in front of me, and a man in black suit stopped and listened to my music for a little bit and then reached into his pocket and grabbed a little piece of paper and 2000 won and dropped it inside my case. I stopped playing and looked up this man with a dumb-struck look on my face.

“You play good and I like your voice. Call that number and schedule an appointment.” With that, he walked away.

I continued playing for the remaining hour but we rushed over to the bench and looked at the card.

'Kawada Ryuu
CROWN RECORDS/NIPPON CROWN
tel: 03-3756-5757'

This was one of the biggest record companies in Japan. I had so much excitement in me that I was pretty much yelling at the receptionist when I was booking my appointment. Junsu was so happy and we had four more bowls of ice cream to celebrate.

At the records place, I was immediately led to Kawada, who seemed like he was in a meeting with five other people in suits. I was scared I was interrupting things but the receptionist ushered me inside.

“These men are all here to decide if we should give you a shot at this business. I've already told them that I liked you so they are expecting something good.”

I had been practicing the whole night, the song I had written for Junsu. It was the hardest song that I had ever made but it was easily my favorite song.

After I had finished playing for them, they all discussed for a couple minutes if I be aloud in there company. Kawada turned to me and congratulated me. They had all agreed that I was good enough to become a musician.

“Now, there's a man in Tokyo who I would like to sign you. He's one of the best and you'll go far with him. I would like you on the train for Gimpo International Airport by 8am. This is very important because this can decide your future. You will meet him at the station in Tokyo in the evening and he will take you back to the studios and put you to work. Do you understand everything?”

“Yes. Thank you very much!” I bowed as low as I possibly could and thanked them so many times that I can't even remember how many.

When I left, I had finally come back to reality and I realized that I would be moving to Tokyo. I would get my screaming fans and everything that I've always dreamed of, but one person would be missing from the crowd.

It was already 9pm by the time I was walking away from the CROWN building. I wanted to walk to Junsu's house but I had no idea where he lived. I looked up his house in the directory and spent 4 hours trying to find his house. When I got there, it was 1am and they was no possible way for me to ring the door bell. I took out the little notebook I had bought I couple of days ago and wrote a message to Junsu and put it through the mail slot. The note read:

'I'm sorry... I'm leaving for Tokyo.
My dreams are there now and I was asked to leave tomorrow morning at 8.
I wish we could have spent more time together
Goodbye.'

I wished I could've written more but I couldn't. I didn't want to leave him. It was the very song that I wrote for Junsu that made them want to sign me.

I got up early and left for the train station only taking a little bag of clothes and my guitar. I would never have to look at this tiny apartment again. By the time I got to the train station it was 7:13 and I had a lot of waiting to do, so I sat down and waited.

After about 40 minutes, I heard some clacking against the pavement behind me. I stood up and turned around to see the breathless Junsu holding my note in his hand. He just tilted his head like a sad puppy and ran over to hug me tightly as the train pulled up to the station. Junsu had put something in my pocket but I didn't want to read his goodbye note to me. I slowly walked towards the train and turned back to Junsu as the doors shut.

I walked towards my seat, but I didn't sit down, and he followed me to my window. He faintly smiled at me and held up two finger like a peace sign which meant 'again'. Then he held up both index fingers and put his palms together which meant 'meet'. I didn't understand the last part he did but I knew he was wondering if we would meet again. Before I could respond to him, the train began to leave the station and he looked horrified. I watched him until we turned out of the station and I couldn't see him any more.

I walked to the pole, leaned on it and put my hands in my pocket. Then I remembered the note Junsu left me, but it didn't feel like a note at all, it was triangular and plastic. I pulled out of my pocket, the little red pick that he refused to give back. Written on it was: 'I can hear you.' and on the other side was 'Remember me.'

I felt tears coming to my eyes and I cried over his final message to me. I closed my hands tightly on the little note and held it close to my heart, shrinking to the floor. I couldn't bring myself to picture the constantly smiling boy crying at the station. It was too painful for me.



At the moment, I'm a musician and I have my fans but now and then I can still picture his smiling face in the crowd. He never came to Tokyo, and I never returned home. I never heard from him again. I never even knew his phone number and he didn't know mine. I'm constantly wondering if he's alright. I named my first single for him because it was the song I wrote for him. I called it 'I can hear you' and the album a few months later was called 'Remember me'. On the cover is a picture of an angel holding a red pick in his hand.

The End