Ðiều ðó không thật ðẹp sao?

[Valencia Donahue]

April 30th.

There was something significant about this day that no one could take away because it was something that not too many people were aware of. Valencia’s hair was its natural shade, at least half of it was. From the top of her head to her shoulders her hair was brown, revealing the true brunette she was and from the shoulders down was the false, blonde identity she chose to bear until who knows when. She had a soft, melancholy expression on her face as she slowly opened the door to the empty auditorium. A smile found its way on to her lips and stayed there in spite of the sadness she felt in her heart. The room was dark, as expected, and it took her a while to find the lights but when she did, she let the place glow dimly, just enough for her to see and mostly for her alone because she wasn’t expecting anyone to come along.

April 30th.

The fall of Saigon when the South surrendered to the Communist North, the day when a beautiful country was lost to a totalitarian rule. Vietnam has a very long history of fighting for independence, from the Chinese, to the French, to the Japanese, to practically anything else that tried to conquer that strip of land in Southeast-Asia. When the Mongols tried to take over, the Vietnamese drove them out where they went through Korea and ended their terror against Japan… To think, such a powerful nation such as the Chinese to not be able to hold Vietnam forever… And the country that brought about its ruin was itself.

Valencia wore the traditional dress of the Vietnamese South, the ao dai. The one she was wearing now was simply white, unlike the many others she wore for other special occasions. It was formfitting, comfortable, and endowed upon her the pride of her heritage. The question now what why she was here in the auditorium. Thing is, she just felt like doing some karaoke after school and there was nowhere else she knew of off the top of her head that had open mic with plenty of things set up for some event that was scheduled later that evening. The sun was setting, but the only way anyone could tell from inside the auditorium would be the gold rays shining through the high windows.

The Vietnamese senior stood in front of the microphone, facing the audience of none and pondered about what song she wanted to sing. Valencia was used to singing to anonymous crowds for money, but it oddly made her feel uneasy whenever she sang “for free”. Funny how singing from the heart can actually do that.

I can sing the Southern National anthem… The tune is nice and patriotic since if you sing it in Vietnam today, they’ll either jail you, shoot you, or kill you. Hmm. Or, I can sing that one song about the loss of the country… It’s very sad… Or, I can just warm up.

Valencia tapped the microphone a few times and got to her karaoke-ing.

“Lời ru thiết tha nhẹ theo gió mãi ngân nga
Sánh vai bên ngýời thoáng nghe môi cýời~♪
Từ trong trái tim niềm hạnh phúc ýớt ðôi mi
Hỡi anh hay không tình em mênh mông?~♪

Hồ in bóng trãng nhìn ðêm vắng rất lung linh
Dáng anh bên em phút giây êm ðềm~♪
Ngàn sao sáng soi dòng sông trắng lýớt trên mây
Hới anh hay không tình em mênh mông?~♪

Giọt nýớc mắt ðã rõi
Ýớt ðôi mi mềm tình này ðã trao ðến ngýời suốt cuộc ðờI~♪
Giọt nýớc mắt ðã rõi
Ýớc ao thêm một lần tình yêu ta cùng hát bài ca~♪
Phút giây xa rồi
Thoáng nghe rõi giọt sýõng mai
Ðã xa vòng tay ấm nồng cùng những ngày xýa~♪”

((OOC: If anyone actually wants to know the tune...))

[dante]

"Aww come on do I have to?!" a spiky haired teenager would complain, dressed in a black, buttoned, sleeveless shirt as well as a pair of blue jeans. The man nearby him, his very short Algebra II teacher, would nod with a smirk on his face, pushing his glasses closer to his face,

"Yes because if you don't I am downing your grade by a letter for ditching so you could 'train'. I respect that you practice JKD but it doesn't give you permission to ditch class." he explained, Dante sighing as he nodded back in defeat,

"Alright then, get your ass in high gear and move those tables into the Auditorium on the stage in the back. They'll be needing them later for annoucements and what not." he would finish before waving off to Dante. Another sigh would escape his lips as he grabbed one of the many tables, holding it firmly under his right arm as he began to walk his ass to the auditorium. He would proceed up a case of stairs that lead to the stage as he walked past a doorway and his eyes caught the blond vixen he had recently met,

'It is really starting to freak me out how I am meeting up with her so much.' he thought but didn't go any further with that train of thought as his eyes caught the microphone in her hand. He raised an eyebrow to it as he silently placed the table down, being the one person in her audience of none. His ears would pick up her singing, her singing voice entoxicating him just as the first verse was given. Granted he didn't understand the song, he couldn't help but enjoy the lyrics that she was singing with that angelic tone,

'Heh I wish I could sing that good.' he thought as he continued listen to the song, smiling lightly as the song soothed him for no reason that he could identify. As the song would end though, Dante's hands would clap slowly, being more than audible due to the echo produced with the absence of people in the auditorium,

"Bravo... bravo. Is there anymore songs that will be sang tonight? If not mind if I get an encore?" he would ask, grinning lightly toward the girl that he had just noticed was also a brunette as well as a blonde. It confused him slightly, wondering which was her natural color but he dismissed it rather quickly,

'She does look rather beautiful either way though... especially with that dress on.' he thought as his job of moving the tables to the auditorium was completely forgotten, his only concern being to hear another song... and an autograph that would probably worth thousands later on if she became a singer.

OOC: Assuming this is open since no (Closed) thing in title or anything.

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Same assumption as Dante.

Kit was moseying about the school, trying to see if there were any after school programs or what not. The school was suppose to have many clubs or so they claimed. Eventually, he came close to the auditorium, and heard a faint feminine voice from within. Curious, Kit walked into the auditorium just as the female sung the last line of Ðã xa vòng tay ấm nồng cùng những ngày xýa~♪”.

Kit was Chinese but he knew that the dialect was Vietnamese as he had been exposed to it several times in his life. There were Vietnamese living in Hong Kong as many had fled Vietnam after the war had ended, afraid of the Communist regime. Hong Kong was seen as a safe haven when other countries nearby had rejected the refugees. Though at one point the Hong Kong government forcibly sent back a numerous amount of Vietnamese people, many had been able to get identity cards and become part of the Hong Kong society. Hence Kit's exposure to the Vietnamese language despite living in Hong Kong where the main language spoken was Cantonese and occasionally Mandarin when people came down from China.

The Vietnamese language usually sounded angry to him, as when he heard it, it was usually on the face of an angry woman who Kit had somehow provoked unknowingly. This time, it sounded soft and kind. Kit was about to clap when he heard the sound of clapping coming from someone other than him. Kit noticed that there was already an audience, though it consisted of one person, a boy with dark brown hair. The boy said "Bravo... bravo. Is there anymore songs that will be sang tonight? If not mind if I get an encore?" after he finished clapping.

Kit then glanced towards the one who was singing the song. It was a girl on a mic, wearing a white dress that seemed asian not american. She was about his height and had dyed her hair like most asian girls. Kit never understood why asian girls enjoyed dying their hair blonde or having streaks and highlights in their hair. At any rate, Kit walked down and added his comment as well.

"I would like encore as well, only catch last line of beautiful singing. You practice for performance tonight or something?" Kit asked as he eyed her dress.

[Valencia Donahue]

Valencia almost flinched when it turned out that she wasn’t alone in the auditorium and not just with one person, but with two. The Vietnamese brunette tried not to get too offended though, because she just didn’t feel like putting up walls at the moment and it’s a bit “too late” to do so. She’s wearing the dress of her people, so she’s proud of that. She was singing in her native tongue and fortunately, it wasn’t too demanding on her generally low voice. Of all things, the only thing that bothered her was that they saw the natural coloring of her hair… Not that the natural coloring was bad, she just sometimes feels ashamed whenever it’s revealed that she wears a fake appearance for the sake of remembering a mistake she made. That mistake would be her ex that suggested that she dyed her hair.

I’m beginning to get this feeling that Dante is stalking me…

She sighed quietly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind an ear. Valencia’s eyes were vivid with life and vitality, even though it didn’t show that much on her face… Just yet. When she heard the unfamiliar voice belonging to Kit, she sought out the source, then faced the general direction for the lights were still dim and she did have this habit of not looking at people in the eyes anyways.

“No… Not practicing. I simply felt like singing today. It’s April 30th.”

Maybe I should tell them its significance to me before they think I’m singing because it’s the day Hitler committed suicide and I’m getting ready for Walpurgis Night… Eek.

“It’s like… An anniversary of the Fall of Saigon. It’s not exactly a happy event unless you’re a Vietnamese Communist. To the South, they lost their country. To the North, they unified it.”

Valencia’s heart felt a bit heavy thinking about her aunt and her parents who’ve died on the day of her birth. She thought about the hundreds of stories she heard from the Vietnamese communities she visited, but few have impacted her as much as thinking about what her parents have suffered and gone through before escaping to America, working so hard only to die because—

“As for a song, I can’t decide what to sing next… There’re quite a few to choose from y’know.”

She firmly held the microphone to ease away the thoughts she had seconds ago. There was something mortal about thinking about death. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but it’s not quite the same as being alive.

“So… I think I might sing that song again…”

A song about tears and moments that’re gone…

[dante]

“No… Not practicing. I simply felt like singing today. It’s April 30th.” Valencia would reply, Dante being no stranger to World History for the most part having one train of thought at the moment,

'You're singing a song that is obviously not German about Hitler's death?' he wonder, almost having the nerve to ask the stupid question. Though that suspicion was quickly put to rest as Valencia continued,

“It’s like… An anniversary of the Fall of Saigon. It’s not exactly a happy event unless you’re a Vietnamese Communist. To the South, they lost their country. To the North, they unified it.” she added, Dante nodding lightly. His eyes looked up to the ceiling his right hand being put to his chin as he lost focus and began to drift off into his own thoughts,

'Well considering why she sang that song, if she is anything BUT Vietnamese... that is just plain creepy. Asian eh? I wonder if the Vietnamese are as fascinated by Ramen as myself.' he wondered. Thought he dismissed the thought soon enough as he looked to the side, seeing his Algebra II teacher, his left eye twitching at the sight,

'You got the worst timing don't ya? And I wanted to listen to at least one more song too.' he thought as he sighed heavily, standing up from his crouched position slowly,

“As for a song, I can’t decide what to sing next… There’re quite a few to choose from y’know. So… I think I might sing that song again…” would be the words Valencia let escape her lips, Dante turning toward her with a sheepish grin as he scratched the back of his head. He did want to stay to hear her sing once more but alas, grades were more important than hearing one song,

"Sorry but I won't be able to hear your song out, I still have to bring those damn tables into the auditorium for some announcement or some crap." he explained, sighing once more before he jumped off the stage, landing with a fair amount of gracefulness as he let his hands cup themselves behind his head. He would step forward at a moderate pace, a small frown gracing his features as he looked upward, a trait he typically did whenever he was disheartened... among other things,

"Y'know you can be a real ass at times Mr. Irizzary." Dante would start as he was about to exit, his teacher smirking slightly,

"And here I was thinking I'd let you off the hook and you call me an ass? I am not feeling as sympathetic anymore." he would respond, Dante grinning sheepishly at the comment. Again one of his habits that made themselves present when he was nervous showed, his left hand going to his neck as he rubbed it slightly,

"Sure you don't want to reconsider?" he asked politely, looking away, slightly embarrassed. Once again, the teacher's face would let his lips curve into a smirk, scratching his chin with his index finger lightly,

"Tell you what... if you wear that stupid costume to help me explain that one lesson tommorow... I will let you ditching slide this time. Next time, you will have to do something much more than just wear a costume be assured though." he would spiel, Dante's left eye twitching just at the mention of the costume. His left index finger and thumb would rub his temples, having a really big judgment call upon him. He could go along with the deal and wear the most redundant costume he had ever seen in his life and listen to one of the greatest singers he had ever heard, or he could carry tables all day, and probably never get to hear Valencia sing for more than 10 seconds since he was sure Mr. Irizzary would make him run his ass off...

'Feck you better judgment... just this once.' he thought as he sighed in defeat,

"I'll wear it." was all he said, his teacher nodding as he waved goodbye to him. Though as he did, Dante wondered what would happen to the tables that he was supposed to bring in,

"As for the tables, I was just doing that to screw with you. You actually didn't have to do that, I just wanted to punish you." his teacher would explain before leaving, Dante's teeth gritting as his left eye twitched madly and his hands slowly balled into fists as he faced toward the exit,

"If better judgement wasn't telling me not too... I'd kick your ass right now." Dante mumbled, his teacher not catching the comment as he departed. From that point, Dante turned around, a slight expression of the irritation he felt being visible but not all that much. Regardless, he would now face the stage, walking over casually and getting to about the fifth row from the front as he took a seat in the middle chair. His elbows would rest on his knees as his arms dropped down, slouching a bit as he gave his typical toothy grin,

"Any time you're ready please!" he would exclaim, just loud enough to be heard fairly well but quiet enough so that it wouldn't be irritating. His toothy grin would soon be replaced by a smile of anticipation.

OOC: Sorry, took me a bit of time to get to this one.

[Kit Lee]

Kit felt bad once he learned the origin of her singing the sad song. Perhaps she had dressed for the occassion as well as her dress seemed quite unique. As for the Fall of Saigon, leading to the unification of a Communist Vietnam, many people were afraid as well in Hong Kong that when it was returned to China, they would lose many rights due to the transfer of government from U.K. rule back to China. Luckily however, China did not change the Hong Kong lifestyle much and Kit was glad of this. Kit wondered if her family had come to America though, because of this event. Afterall, California was seen as the great golden mountains atleast in Chinese culture. For her though, it might have been one of the few places that accepted the Vietnamese refugees as well.

Kit wondered what the set up and tables were for if she was not the one performing. Shrugging the thought off, he took a seat in the front row as she said “As for a song, I can’t decide what to sing next… There’re quite a few to choose from y’know.” Then came a brief pause as she seemed to clear her head. “So… I think I might sing that song again…”

"Sorry but I won't be able to hear your song out, I still have to bring those damn tables into the auditorium for some announcement or some crap," the other boy said as he walked to a figure that appeared to be a teacher.

Kit looked into the face of the Vietnamese girl, trying to find out what she was thinking and feeling with that saddened look on her face. "Sorry about asking for an encore, did not know you were singing song with meaning behind it. Also apologies for interrupting your moment. But happy to hear it again, I only hear end bit," Kit said.

"Any time you're ready please!" the other boy added as he came back. I guess he had somehow struck a deal with the teacher, Kit thought.

"Yes, music and singing is expression. Express yourself!" Kit said as he turned back to face the girl. He didn't know the meaning of her lyrics or the thoughts behind the outer shell, but he'd give her his attention and maybe she'd let some thoughts drift out.

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Meh… To me, a late post would be approximately more than a week or so…))

No matter how many times Valencia has performed for strangers, most of the time it was in expectation to be paid or rewarded in some sort of way. To do so as a form of self-expression was something she did when she believed no one was looking or when she believed she was in good enough company. Here, with Dante and Kit, as she stood up there on the stage in the hazy orangey gold of the setting sun and the low lights, Valencia felt more self-conscious than anything else. Besides, the song they heard was not only used as a warm up, but also sounded vaguely familiar to another song they might’ve heard if memory served them. She knew they were trying to make her comfortable, Dante with his change in volume and Kit by encouraging her, however…

Well, they’re strangers. We live in a world where we don’t know each other and as a result, may grow protective of our identities… I have pride in who I am, it’s not like I’m shy to death of everyone, and I know they’re understanding enough to comprehend my background a li’l, it’s just that…

Valencia sighed through a small opening between her lips and eyes zoned out more than usual. If the two members of the audience noticed her eyes instead of the pale white dress she was wearing, they’d notice now more than ever that her eyes were a radiant gray and silvery enough to seem as though they were cataracts… Enough to fool most people that they were blind. She was singing now, with a voice that could almost carry itself without the microphone, but her eyes saw nothing. Although her movements were natural and her song had heart, she was almost lifeless each time her gaze would supposedly sweep over Dante and Kit to make eye contact. Not. When her song was over, she cradled the microphone in her palms, seemingly as though unsure where to put it.

“Hmm… Not quite the same as last time, was it?”

Of all the times she communicated without fear of being misunderstood, this was one of those few times when she’s incredibly positive that she was right and those being talked to would agree. Valencia smoothed out her long dress distractedly as if what she just did was nothing, when it was probably quite the contrary.

[dante]

As Valencia started singing, Dante's facial expression would suddenly shift, his face turning into stone as he listented to the song intently and gazed into Valencia's eyes deeply. His eyebrow would raise slightly as his right hand was placed on his chin, still listening to the song being delivered but had his thoughts ran else where,

'Her eyes... they seem a bit more... slivery? Kind of weird and she isn't blind so that only makes it stranger.' he thought as Valencia finished the song soon enough,

“Hmm… Not quite the same as last time, was it?” were the words she would mutter immediately after. Dante gave a light snicker, accompanied with a smirk,

"You're right it isn't..." he started. His body would stand up, his arms crossing over the chair in front of him as he leaned a bit forward, a toothy grin replacing his smirk, "It sounds better than the last." he would finish before falling back into his seat. In all honesty, Dante did in fact think that this time Valencia had delivered the song better, not really sure why but coming to the conclusion that it was possible it was the type of song that just gets better the more you listen to it... unless of course you listen to it a 1000 times in a row,

'Like when I ruined Fireproof by Pillar doing that.' he thought as he cupped his hands behind his head, leaning his neck back as his eyes stared at the ceiling momentarily. His body language was obviously a tell that he was thinking about something but before anyone would possibly be able to ask what he was thinking about, Dante would stand up once more and began,

"Well I got the encore I was hoping for so thanks, I must say I really enjoyed it. I have to say you really are a fantastic singer and at this point it wouldn't surprise me if you were better than the person that sang that song in the first place. In any case, if you want to practice alone just say so right now or otherwise I will have to stay and listen to the rest of your collection of songs you might possibly have." he explained, his typical cupping of hands behind his head action being preformed, as he smiled lightly awaiting his answer. While the singing that his ears were being blessed to hearing was phenominal, if the singer wished that his presence be gone he would comply with that request but otherwise... he would be sitting here for a while.

[Kit Lee]

The girl didn't seem too comfortable singing on the stage. Not to mention, she seemed to be in a daydreamy mode, spaced off as she sung her song. Perhaps that was the way it would comfort her, by not feeling as if him and the other boy were existant in the auditorium, focusing in on her alone. As she finished her song, Kit observed her body posture and her face. She seemed to be in a dazed mode still. Kit wondered what the impact of this anniversary was to her though, for her to sing such a sad song with the hint of emotions behind it.

Not the same as last time? It wasn't like Kit was able to hear the full song before so he would not be able to compare. However, he felt that the song was quite expressive. Kit was no mind reader and would not be able to tell the girl's feelings. They were complete strangers but strangers knew each other only by putting down their guard, by giving a small piece of themselves. Kit decided to take the first step for this situation.

"It good no matter," Kit said as he did a flip, launching himself onto the stage. "But, such sadness. Life too short to spend too long remorsing. Hope you not mind, I change mood."

With that Kit gripped his hand into a fist and pretended it was a microphone. And he began his song, letting the rhythm flow as he sung the words into his ghetto mic.

想 我都好想好似中左頭獎
有野唔想做 老細又吹我唔漲
日日等出糧 無乜野需要緊張
就係咁既樣乜都唔駛撈 就至理想
我都好想好似中左頭獎
有野唔想做 老細又吹我唔漲
日日等出糧 無乜野需要緊張
就係咁既樣乜都唔駛撈
就至理想

(55 seconds into the song.)
"That was LMF - Dai Lan Tong (大懶堂). I not sure meaning of your song, but mine is, I wish I could just enjoy life. Hope you not offended I change the mood of atmosphere in here. Too depressing."

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Pardon the while… I found this really hard to respond to…))

The hum of a lullaby rings through a distant wind
Your shoulder against mine makes me smile
The feeling of your heart makes me want to cry with happiness
I asked my dear if he could feel my endless love
The moon’s reflection flickers quietly upon the pond’s surface…

It was a rough translation of the first stanza, but suffice to say, the song itself was meant to sound like a love song at the very least and a fairy tale-like folksong otherwise. By listening to its melody, it’s hard to interpret the overall mood of the song because of its combination with the lyrics, but since Dante and Kit were Valencia’s sole audience and they didn’t know a thing about Vietnamese… Let’s just say that Valencia was a bit confused by the impact of her song as well. Her eyes shifted off to the side, avoiding any sort of gaze as she pondered for a bit.

It may have sounded better… But like everyone else, you didn’t notice that it lacked “soul”?

It was very expressive and to heart, but it didn’t quite come out right. Or at least, she didn’t think it came out right. Valencia didn’t know what to say in response to Dante. She wanted to sing and she mentally didn’t mind continuing, but suddenly her “spiritual” wall was up between her and the world again and she couldn’t understand why when this day meant so much to her. It was confusing. It was definitely an odd day to feel self-conscious. Before she could respond, Kit flipped onto the stage and tried to lighten the mood with his own karaoke. She responded calmly, yet softly…

“I know life is too short. I’m reminded that every waking moment.”

This wasn’t to say that she was paranoid of death, but it definitely meant that she was highly aware of its presence in relation to herself, what with her past and the present constantly trying to murder her… And Valencia managing to survive another day as if it’s nothing. She didn’t like it whenever people assumed that she didn’t know better even though she understood that they meant well. She looked at the microphone, lilting her eyes towards Dante and Kit briefly, feeling out of place because of her being unsure of what to do next. No matter the occasion, that’s always discomforting.

[dante]

OOC: Alrighty my time to sing! Song: youtube.com/watch?v=soC-HJu06t8&mode=related&search=

IC: As Dante awaited his answer from Valencia, it would seem that Kit would be the first to make an action, deciding to sing his own song. Much like the previous song, it was one that Dante could not understand in the least, slightly irritated by that but listened regardless. Just because he didn't understand the lyrics didn't mean he couldn't like the song did it? Of course not. Though as Kit began to sing, judging by the rhythm, Dante was assuming that this song would belong in the rap genre, the genre he didn't have much liking for. While he did listen through the song, it wasn't one he enjoyed that much but would easily admit that Kit did sing the song pretty good,

"Not bad, not bad at all." he stated, suddenly placing his right foot on the chair in front of him. It would suddenly push off as he jumped right past the few rows that had been ahead of him and landed at the front row, barely making the gap,

“I know life is too short. I’m reminded that every waking moment.” Valencia would soon add, Dante smirking lightly at the comment,

"Hence why we should live it to the fullest as the saying goes." he replied as he climbed up on the stage. He stepped over to Valencia as he stretched his right hand out, taking the mic away from her slowly and gently rather than snatching it rudely,

"Making me feel left out though with both of you singing a song... suppose it's my time to give it a shot." he explained as he put up the amp just a bit and began to sing one of his favorite songs. This being noted, needless to say, Dante was giving plenty of soul,

BRIDGE:
If you like us, calling all riders
Pull up beside us, no place to hide us
We're freedom fighters, let's unite us
Switch on your nitros, and. let's. go.

Destination, for navigation, man up your stations
Feel the sensation
Surround invasion, with communication
Move quick, we might avoid contamination

CHORUS:
Down, here comes the sound,
everyone pound your feet to this Phenomenon
Now, let's make it loud,
and let me show them all how you move to this Phenomenon
Woah, open your soul, baby, lose control,
inside of this Phenomenon
Just let yourself go, and let everyone know,
you moved to this Phenomenon

Don't let these spiders crawl up beside us,
they want to bite us, inject the virus
Raise up your lighters, praise to the
Righteous, need You to guide us
Get prepared to go

BRIDGE
CHORUS

Can't take it anymore, shaken till we move the floor
What are we waiting for? Lets go!
Tired of being ordinary, don't care if theres people staring
I know you said you'd carry me ... on
I'm not invisible like you, next time
things get a little messed up
I'll shine, but I'll never be see-through
I'm fine just trying to wake the rest up

CHORUS

You moved this Phenomenon
You moved this Phenomenon

"Phenomenon by Thousand Foot Krunch in case you're wondering." he added after finishing his song. He handed the mic back to Valencia, his standard grin being plastered on his face,

"Sorry, just had to sing that one." he explained as he let his hands fall back into his pockets after giving Valencia the mic back.

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Same reason as you, dunno how to move the plot so I'm going to move my character out

IC: What a cliche thing for me to say, Kit thought. He got a cliche response in return. As cliche as it sounded, it was his motto for life. Every second he would not waste as he did not like the mystery of death, the seemingly neverending abyss that he would have to face, where his memories, thoughts, may not survive. That is why Kit would walk fast, not wanting to spend any extra seconds wasted walking instead of living. One could see Kit walk towards the auditorium exit now, after he had applauded the brown haired boy's song and realized the time.

"See you around, have to go work. Work at cafe near school as waiter. Oh and, my name Kit. Nice meet you all."

Should they respond, Kit would be able to hear it as he waved a goodbye and walked backwards to the door.