Kim Yoo

It felt amazing to be performing with the band again. Even after having to do wardrobe, hair, and makeup just for a little pre-show he still felt in a great mood. The pre-show had been a blast and even the smaller crowd had excited him, all the people screaming or singing along. It was the best.

His band mates were super cool about it too. It had always been a worry that after Kim left, even though he still wrote for them, there would be some resentment. But if there had been it had faded by now. Their new singer was decent (although Kim had to admit that he probably wasn't quite as good as Kim had been) was glad to have him there, especially since Kim reassured him that it was just a temporary thing.

The crowd had gone nuts seeing him though, which was nice. He always loved performing so to have everyone react so positively to his presence was a bit weight lifted off the his shoulders. This was going to be awesome.

With the concert and meet and greet all done they didn't have anything to do really until the concert tomorrow. Heading back stage he went to find Trina.

"Hey, how did it sound from back here?" he asked when he found her. All those screaming fans but Kim would always prize the thoughts of someone like Trina more than a crowd of people he didn't know. "Did you have a good time?"

Kim was excited. He was excited and not nervous, which was kind of surprising. Abby had been so patient though and they had gradually worked up to more and more stuff that this seemed perfectly natural. Exciting, but not nerve wracking. Okay, maybe a little nerve wracking when he thought about the fact that he was finally going to lose his virginity but he cared about Abby and just... she was right, the time was right.

He didn't try to do anything cheesy like do a super romantic dinner, although he kind of wanted to, but that didn't seem like Abby at all. Instead he had rented a room at a nice little bed and breakfast (because her place was kind of crappy and he still lived with his aunt) for their first time. Because this was important to Kim and while he knew Abby thought he was crazy about waiting so long for his first time she hadn't pressured him or anything.

Once he was checked in Kim impatiently waited in the room. Abby was helping one of her friends, Ed, work through some computer troubles. Apparently being a super computer tech meant your friends constantly asked you for help with their computer. She complained about it but Kim liked that she was willing to help people out.

After checking for about the millionth time to make sure that, yes, the box of condoms he had bought was still in the night stand (and debating on whether he should practice putting one on), he settled for texting Abby to just let herself in before flopping back onto the bed and waiting for Abby to get there.

Kim wasn't exactly working on Christmas Eve. The studio was open but he had mostly closed the record portion of it so that he wasn't really bothered by customers. Wren had agreed to come in and do some recording and play with him a bit so he had invited some friends over to hang out as well.

It was his first time really collaborating with another artist since he had left Phoenix Falling and was a bit nervous. Wren was incredibly good at what he did and capable of amazing versatility of sound and style. While what Wren and Kim did weren't exactly world's apart stylistically it was different enough to make Kim initially question if he had the chops to work with someone so different. He hoped that having some of his and Wren's friends around would make for a more relaxed atmosphere. Basically if anyone wanted to listen to a recording session or even be a part of one was invited so Kim wouldn't feel so inadequate.

Heck, if anyone got curious and just wandered through the front door they were welcome. He had hot cocoa and Christmas goodies in the lounge for anyone that wanted to stop by and hang. Basically Kim was just going to go with the flow and see what happened and who showed up. Hopefully there would be a bit of a celebration but if everyone was too busy and it was just he and Wren messing around that was fine too.

[Open to all, come hang out with Wren and/or Kim at Siren Sound!]

The fog was unusually thick that night but that didn't bother Kim all that much. He knew that as long as he listened for the waves he wouldn't accidentally wonder into the ocean or something like that. He'd been planning to go home immediately after but for some reason he felt like going for a walk. It was the perfect night for it if you were dressed warm enough and he was. The sense of complete tranquility he felt was a rare one. It was so peaceful that he didn't even regret not grabbing his notebook.

He'd been walking for a while when he saw a familiar outline in the fog, one shuffling along that shouldn't have been down here by the beach.

"Auntie?" Kim asked, completely confused. For a moment he was worried that something was wrong. She should have been asleep by now, back at home. Why was she out and about here? "Auntie, what are you doing up?"

"Oh, I just wanted to see you," she said, smiling up at him and patting his cheek fondly. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Of getting into that fancy school, then your band, and how your recording studio. I'm so proud of you."

Kim's eyes went wide. He knew that his grandmother loved in, he knew that. But never in her life had she ever said she was proud of him. Oh, she talked all the time about how proud she was of his brother, almost endlessly, but Kim had never heard those words from her about him.

"R- really?" he asked, not even struggling to fight back the tears that pricked at his eyes. "You're proud. You mean it?"

"Oh of course. I always have been," she said, pulling him down to kiss the top of his head. "And your parents would be too, Kim Yoo."

He tried to say something but there was a lump in his throat. His aunt and brother never talked about his parents and he had always wondered what they would think of him. And now he knew. Now he knew and for some reason he felt so, so tired. But that didn't seem to matter too much though, as his eyes drifted closed, because now he knew...

Kim had been glad that things didn't get weird between him and Riley after he asked her out. She said 'no' and he accepted that and that was that. Things had kind of gone back to how they had been before that, which was nice. That wasn't to say that Kim still didn't have a bit of a crush on her but he knew that it wasn't going anywhere and there was nothing to do but accept it. Besides, Riley was awesome, it wasn't like being her friend was a consolation prize or anything. Being her friend was awesome.

He was also her piano instructor. Kim had found her a decently cheap keyboard to practice on at her place since she didn't have a full on piano and had agreed to bring it over and set it up. The keyboard tucked under one arm and the stand under the other he knocked on the door to her place.

The groups of kids all gathered in the hotel room hardly looks like what you'd expect to make up what some are calling "the great new rock band of the decade." They look more like they'd be at home in the 90s, among a host of mass produced, almost cookie-cutter boy bands (plus one girl). The instant they start talking music though, you realize that this group might actually be as good as critics are claiming.

( Straddling the line somewhere between Fall Out Boy and Queen, Phoenix Falling exploded onto the scene a little over a year ago. )

Kim had spent the last few days painting his room. It didn't need paint but he had needed the practice if he was going to help Riley. Not just because he didn't want Riley to think he was completely incompetent but also because he didn't want part of the museum to look like crap because he sucked at painting.

He had pulled out an old, long-sleeve button up shirt to hide his tattoos and minimize the amount of damage he might do to any of the clothes he wore. If there was anything he learned the last few days it was that painting was really messy. He was pretty sure he still might have some blue paint in his hair somewhere.

He was at the pie shop-turned museum a bit early and spent five minutes just walking back and fourth, trying to calm himself. He should be able to handle something like this. Riley was super nice and friendly and he had enjoyed talking to her. But he got all flustered when he thought about it, wishing for the millionth time that he had been able to be more social in high school so he knew how to be himself around a girl like that. It was easy to fake it but that wasn't the same.

Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door. There was nothing to be nervous about, he was just helping out a new friend. No big deal.

Kim is 23 years old and has lived in Siren's cove from about age 3 until he was 18 when he left for college. He attended the public high school where he was a standout theatre student as well as a very talented musician and singer.

He's shy but friendly and is pretty good at faking being social if he's forced to, so it's entirely possible that your character has met him before.

You also might recognize/know Kim as Ken Young, the lead singer of the rock band Phoenix Falling (think Fallout Boy meets Queen). A massively popular and very hyped (some say over-hyped) band the last two years, Kim was the front man/lead singer. The onstage persona of Ken was very different from Kim so it's understandable if you don't recognize him but your character is welcome to figure it out.

Hey this is Kim, leave a message or, better yet, just text me.

[Voicemail, texting, or OOC messages go here.]