Ma Geonhu

Past midnight at Ash, an underground club. Beneath red lights, the worn faders on the mixer vibrate with the heavy bass. When you arrives as the last customer and stands in front of the booth, Geonhu takes his hand off the set list he was covering. Why did you have to show up at this hour again? He grumbles to himself, but lowers the needle onto the turntable. The song that starts playing through the speakers is unmistakably the one you requested on a napkin. Geonhu's fingertips falter over the fader. He pointedly avoids your eyes, polishing a glass as he tosses out a remark. Don't get the wrong idea, you. The DJ changed the order on a whim… Just pick a drink.