Hello, everyone, and welcome to the final chapter of my Duet series! Thank you for being patient with me as I wrapped up this story. I hope very much that you enjoy this final entry and that you enjoyed Ella's year in Korea as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Hye-Jin and I stood absolutely stunned as her father stood beneath the privacy curtain which served as the entry to behind the stage. A thousand chaotic images went through my head, as I am sure it did to Hye-Jin as well, as we simultaneously squeezed each other's hand. Mr. Lee, his eyes wide behind his thick glasses, carefully set the bouquet of roses he was holding on a nearby crate, and stepped backwards to allow the curtain to fall back into place. There was a moment of panicked silence as the two of us processed that we had been discovered, before time snapped forward and Hye-Jin dropped my hand.
"Appa, jamkkanmanyo!" she called out, her voice shaking, as she approached the curtain to chase after her father.
She made it halfway to the curtain when it pulled back once again, as someone else entered backstage. He was a younger Korean man, with a sort of pompadour and a pair of loud white-brimmed glasses. He bombastically called out Hye-Jin's name and a few words of Korean before he noticed my dumb-founded face and immediately switched into English.
"Ah, Miss Erra as well," he exclaimed, while taking Hye-Jin's hand and shaking it vigorously. "It was a wonderful show, please let me introduce. I am Jin-ho Min, a producer for KBS. I was told I would to interview you for our segment?"
We had known that the Korean Broadcasting System, one of the big TV networks, would be filming our show as sort of a human-interest story; it was sort of a curiosity that a Korean and an American were performing publicly regularly, though as I rarely watched Korean television I was only vaguely aware of our modest celebrity status. It was also the furthest thing on my mind, seeing as how I had just been outed to the very last person I wanted to know and was still reeling from the shock.
I saw Hye-Jin flinch briefly at the curtain, but immediately collected herself. "Of course, Mr. Min. I was told that you wanted to meet with us." When was Hye-Jin going to mention this to
me
?
A cameraman with his gear ducked under the curtain as well, as Mr. Min positioned us for the best lighting, though Hye-Jin kept glancing at the exit. She played it cool, but I could hear the slight quiver in her voice. Mr. Min asked us several questions, mostly in Korean, about how we met and began performing together, allowing me to answer in English as he explained they would translate my answers for the broadcast. It was mostly about why I came to Korea and about Iowa and my family. He repeatedly assured us not to be nervous, as I am sure that is how he took our pensive responses to his interview questions.
When he finished, he earnestly shook both of our hands, and once again congratulated us on the performance. He briefly mentioned that he would like to invite us to be in the studio for the program, which was some Korean variety show I was unfamiliar with. He liked our story and felt that it would definitely be entertaining to have us on. He handed us his card and assured us that he would be in touch soon. We thanked him, and once they left we collapsed against the stage, neither of us speaking. We wore forced smiles for when we met with the staff and some of the audience members until we managed to escape home hours later.
The rest of the weekend was particularly tense for both of us. Hye-Jin vainly tried to text her father, but there was no response. We spent most of the weekend curled up together in bed, sometimes crying, sometimes panicking, and mostly dreading the coming week. Her father held my work visa to stay in Korea -- would he force me to leave the country? Would he never speak to Hye-jin again, disowning her and booting her from her little apartment? One hundred different scenarios crashed through our frightened skulls. The only solace we had was that the two of us were not alone.
Monday arrived with no word from Mr. Lee, and with great trepidation I arrived at the school for a regular day of work around noon. I hadn't seen Hye-Jin since she left earlier in the morning, and I forced myself to breathe while I walked to work. My heart ran a mile a minute as I cautiously scanned the office for signs of my boss, of which there were none. I tried to remain invisible as I peered across the desks, and I jumped when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ella, I didn't mean to startle you." It was Lukas, the newest English teacher who started two months ago.
"Oh, Lukas, I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well last night."
"Understandable," he replied in his slight German accent. "I wanted to say to you that Elsie and I loved your performance on Friday. I didn't realize you were so accomplished on the violin!"
"Thank you, Lukas," I replied, momentarily touched. "It was probably our most complicated show to date."
"I could tell," Lukas laughed, his blue eyes matching his friendly smile. "My aunt enjoyed it as well; I sent a video of your solo to her."
"Your aunt?"
"Yes, the one I told you about a couple of weeks ago? She is the orchestral coordinator for her music company back home."
I remembered a quick conversation we had had at a noisy bar during one of the Wonju ex-pat outings. Apparently Lukas's family had a bit of a music background, even if he didn't play himself. "Oh right! The one who lives in Hamburg!"
"Yes, she was impressed. If you'd like, I could give you her contact information. I know you are thinking about when your contract ends in July..."
I attempted to answer him, when I finally saw Mr. Lee enter through the far doors. His eyes were downcast, and he quickly stepped into his office. He didn't even look in my direction. I thought that I should probably say something to him, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
"That would be nice," I said absently. "Can you excuse me, I need to speak to Mr. Lee about something."
Lukas held up his hand. "Not a problem. I should go too, I hear we have a dozen new students who enrolled today. But I will send her an email this week. Once again, fantastic show!"
I smiled weakly, and grudgingly made my way to Mr. Lee's door. I was literally shaking, and it took a moment for me to lightly knock on his door. I heard a quiet approval to enter from inside.
"Mr. Lee," I stammered as I opened the door. I realized only then that I had no idea what I was going to say.
Mr. Lee stood with his eyes downcast as he pulled out paperwork from his briefcase and was arranging it on his desk. "Erra," he said simply and bluntly.