"Hey, Brian! Can we have a talk?" asked Shiao Wei tiredly after three hours of band practice.

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Mary Chen

Eng 11-3

November 22, 2003

English Short Story (1st Draft)

“Hey, Brian! Can we have a talk?” asked Shiao Wei tiredly after three hours of band practice. “I mean you and I. One to one.” Probably because of repeatedly movements in the band practice and tiredness, his hands were shaking slightly; salty sweat just swelled from his forehead and his chest like running tap water.

Awkward. Shiao Wei and everyone else usually take a shower or write their college essay after band practices because there is no other time for us to do our homework. We spend most of our free time playing band. Our band named is Tiankon or sky, which is formed three years ago. He takes part of guitar player in this five-members group. We didn’t really chat about anything else after exhausting yet breathtaking practices. But today…there must be something going on. I thought. It must be pretty serious. “Sure.” I replied. “You seemed tired. Want some snacks first?”

“No. Thanks. That’s ok. I need to talk to you about the public concert tomorrow. It is not a big deal,” said Shiao Wei with a somber expression as he and I walked in the conference room.

The conference room is the size of four tatami, which can only fit in a small wooden round table and five stools. Wall paints fall off and was then repainted again. Rough bumps and overlapping paints are seen on the surface of the wall, creating a wave-crushing-sea scenery imagery. At the right hand side corner, a bucket of unfinished white paint is left there sitting alone.

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I put my arm on his shoulder and said calmly, “Oh ok. So, what do you want to say? Everything will be the same as our past performances. Like the ones we had in our school, in the public park, and on people’s birthday parties. They were pretty successful. Although not many people went, more and more people are coming…”

“No! Stop! Stop lying to ourselves!” Shiao Wei yelled abruptly. “Three years had passed already. Three solid years! Let us all face the truth: Taiwanese people don’t accept our rock music. Period.”

After a moment of silence, Shiao Wei ...

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