All the way through practice and home, I wasn’t able to concentrate at all. Not by playing music or by listening to the pieces in my iPod. I would find myself ‘lost in thought’ even if I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular… except for the fact that Minji was going to be a big part of my life whether I wanted it or not.

I has gone downstairs immediately after that to Frank and asked him about it. He simply shrugged and said “Dad’s idea.”

Of course, let it be because of the wacky Director who I almost never saw to bring such an… eccentric girl to the IMT and ‘develop’ me. ¡ARGH! One thing was to have a new neighbor who would be a daily hassle to me. Another was for the same neighbor to see me every day at my little refuge of a mansion and another thing was her to BE in charge of ME.

Back home I ignored my mom as she said something about going out and that she wouldn’t come back until like midnight. I didn’t care. The only thing I really did care about was to understand all of this. That’s why I left my trumpet in the Director’s office and headed back home in my usual bus instead of waiting to ride back with Minji. She had been talking to pretty much everyone in the institution while I was in practice so I took that into my advantage. When I got home, her bike was already parked outside her house so I guess she didn’t mind going home alone. I needed time to think instead of confusing myself even more with her presence.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and headed towards my desk where my laptop was. I flipped the screen open and turned the thing on. Maybe I WAS an anti-social geek but I did own my own laptop for school work and the normal investigation needed for that… or mainly my music stuff.

When I logged into it and was already inside the web-browser I went into Yahoo, Google, and any other searching engine you can think of and typed in ‘Minji Bach’.

My reaction as I went through the web-pages was growing from anxious to disbelief. My eyes got wider by the second and my mouth opened little by little as I read each little detail. I mean, there WAS information about how she was a winner of many extreme sport competitions obviously but I also found things I didn’t expect. Though looking at her last name you could’ve probably guessed it if you know about classical music.

She was a direct Johann Sebastian Bach descendant. ¿Never heard of him? Well, he’s one of those famous musicians from a century and half ago who probably wrote a song to a tune you probably recognize but can’t name.

The document I downloaded said:

Minji Bach is an interesting case in the Bach family genealogy. Whether it is because of her different talents separated from the family’s natural musical talent or the fact that the branch of the family she was born to had been hidden from the public until now.

Six generations ago lived Christina Luise Bach, a not well known of grand-daughter of the famous Johann Sebastian Bach. Following a separate family tree through Minji Bach’s father, Philip Bach, it has been found out that the only son she conceived was a product of an affair therefore not ‘worthy’ of the father’s last name keeping the last name ‘Bach’. From then on Christina Luise stored away her family’s root until the time of her death. Her secrets were shared with her only son and carried on like that until now. The apparition of a new musical talent with such a famous last name sparked interest in the world.

(The article went on and on for a few more paragraphs but I skipped to the end)

Now, Minji Bach is one to watch for in the world and history of music.

…

My ing God…

At that I swear I was prepared to die from a heart-attack.

I closed my laptop back down and did what I never thought I would do. It is practically impossible. Though considering what had happened in the two days I had met Minji then it didn’t surprise me straight away. Not while I was rushing down the stairs, ignoring my mom again, pulling and pushing the front door and sprinting across the front yards and ringing the bell. Once I heard something, maybe the monotonous sound of the bell that hovered in the air for a few seconds, I snapped out of my blinding impulsiveness.

Right when I was about to turn around on my heels, the pale blue eyed girl opened the door and gave me a shocking smile. I bet she knew. I bet she knew I had done my investigation on her.

“Alright.” She extended her arm towards the inside of her house. “Come on in. We’ll talk.”

I looked at her hand farthest away from me and then at her eyes. For a moment it seemed like time froze and I was there simply trying to search into this girl. It was a strange thing, something unlike I’ve ever experienced before. That’s why when I realized what I was doing I couldn’t find any other way to hide my face from her than to walk inside and turn my head away. My face was feeling hotter than normal and I knew why instantaneously.

“Siyeon” Minji said from behind me. I jumped a little as she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. “Calm down, ¿okay? I’ll explain what’s… the deal. Go up to my room. I’ll be right there."

I nodded at her still speechless ever since who-knows-when and climbed the steps to the second floor. I barely paid attention to what I was doing though. I mean, God. ¿A descendant of such a known musically talented person? I mean, how the heck did I come into contact with someone like that? I really had no idea and I guess that’s why I even unconsciously dared to be the one to initiate contact with her.

Inside her room I was surprised again at the contrast between it and the rest of the house but I was less taken aback. Maybe it was because the camouflage curtains were drawn or maybe the fact her strangely simple white bed was made unlike last time.

I don’t know.

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¡ARGH! ¡S