Hi there, and happy Wednesday! Today is Unplanned's official launch day! Horray!
In Ko's story we're still talking about Bo, the violinist Ryuk has been telling Ko about for the past several Wednesdays now. Here are five paragraphs for the fifth month.
"Now I know what Bo was saying. He was telling me he couldn't go on making music for the regime. He wasn't going to be the Party's little musical puppet. Looking back, I don't know why they ever thought they could make a real agent out of him. And then I realize why he's telling me all this. He wants me to go with him.
“'I've already got permission to play at a competition in Geneva,’ he tells me. ‘I hear the Swiss are real generous to refugees. I can get myself to one of the embassies there. No one will ever tell me what music I have to play again.' I was listening to him. I was watching him wipe the sweat and resin off the chin piece of his violin, but all I was hearing was the nails he was pounding on his own coffin. 'You should come with me,' he says.
“They never let Agency members out alone, you know. Everything's in groups of two or more. It's to keep people like Bo from doing something stupid. Anyway, the kid's eyes were big as the cylinder of my revolver by now while we were talking. 'You come with me,’ he says, ‘and I'll even teach you how to play. You can be my first student.'"
Ryuk paused, and Ko looked out the window. They were outside of Pyongyang. The sun was setting, glorious hues of orange and red outlining ominous gray storm clouds. Ko asked the question she knew Ryuk expected. "What did you do?"
The glow shone through his window, lighting on his aged knuckles. His throat muscles worked soundlessly while he swallowed. "Went right to the director and reported Bo as a traitor."
Soul Music: Some of the comments about last week's WIPpet's post reminded me of Music of my Soul from the musical Memphis. Like Bo, the main character in Memphis has fallen in love with a forbidden style of music.
Random Fact: Once in junior high was my friend and I terrorized a poor lady from our church by trying to doorbell ditch and leave a plate of cookies on her porch. She thought we were thugs trying to break in.
Blog Love: Huge thanks to K L Schwengel for hosting the WIPpet Wednesday blog hop, where authors post snippets from their current Works In Progress.
Twitter Fun: Does anybody else's launch day look anything like this?