Tomohisa was determined to get one over on Jin, he really was. He had three days left, three days before his flight to New York, but, the next day, when Jin arrived without a book, he was thrown off.
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“Okay, music major.” He said, placing the radio on the table, “We’re going to learn about classic American music.”
A sheet of paper was slid over to Tomohisa, “I’m going to play the song, follow along and when it’s done playing, tell me what the song was trying to get across.”
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Halfway through the first song, Tomohisa was confused. All the repetitions of I got you babe and mentions of love. What the hell was this?
Jin paused the tape when the song finished, the music dying out along with the voices of the two singers. “So?”
“It’s a love song.” He said, frowning.
“Did you learn anything from it?”
He stayed silent.
“And you call yourself a music major.”
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Tomohisa didn’t get the point of listening to old American music. It’d been four months, and he still didn’t know any proper English past the basics. Jin was doing fine at teaching him English at first; actually teaching him words he’d need, basic grammar skills and phrases that would get him around the Big Apple; but, as the months progressed, all he did was read. And not everything made sense, either. And when he asked about it, all Jin offered were one or two short lines about life lessons.
Tomohisa shook his head, watching boredly as Jin placed another sheet of paper down in front of him, déjà vu settling over him.
Re: Baby Don't Go (5/?)
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“Okay, music major.” He said, placing the radio on the table, “We’re going to learn about classic American music.”
A sheet of paper was slid over to Tomohisa, “I’m going to play the song, follow along and when it’s done playing, tell me what the song was trying to get across.”
-
Halfway through the first song, Tomohisa was confused. All the repetitions of I got you babe and mentions of love. What the hell was this?
Jin paused the tape when the song finished, the music dying out along with the voices of the two singers. “So?”
“It’s a love song.” He said, frowning.
“Did you learn anything from it?”
He stayed silent.
“And you call yourself a music major.”
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Tomohisa didn’t get the point of listening to old American music. It’d been four months, and he still didn’t know any proper English past the basics. Jin was doing fine at teaching him English at first; actually teaching him words he’d need, basic grammar skills and phrases that would get him around the Big Apple; but, as the months progressed, all he did was read. And not everything made sense, either. And when he asked about it, all Jin offered were one or two short lines about life lessons.
Tomohisa shook his head, watching boredly as Jin placed another sheet of paper down in front of him, déjà vu settling over him.