Remi let out a sigh as he glanced at the time again. He was very late, he knew it. Luckily Minglong was a friend on top of his new violin tutor so it wasn't super serious that he was late. Still, the first time left (right at the time they supposed to meet), he had to go back home halfway because he forgot his violin of all things, and then while he was there he overheard Anya and his mom talking about his sister planning to audition for Dreams Entertainment. When they noticed he was back, Anya seemed too excited almost, and recalled her being a toddler, talking about how much she loved music and dancing, though she was never as serious as she was now. Still, it put him into a daze that made him barely hear his mom when she asked why he was back so soon, muttering a simple "forgot something" as he went to his room. Anya followed him the entire time, trying to get some sort of answer from him as to his opinion on her leaving the country to train. Eventually, he snapped at her, though it was just, "Leave me alone."

He left for the second time, this time with violin in hand, and put the address into his GPS again. He was relieved his mom let him use the car for this, or else he'd be hours late instead. A little over halfway through, the text message from Minglong made him double check he hadn't used the old address, despite specifically remembering he deleted the old address so that he couldn't make a mistake like that. He didn't reply back, though he had a nagging feeling that would worry Minglong more, but by that point he was almost there anyway.

He parked on the street as he pulled up to the address. He got up to the front door before checking the address with his GPS again and then knocking. He was well over an hour late by now. Should he apologize? He'd play it by ear, depending on Minglong's reaction. Though that reminded him... Sorry for snapping at you. He texted his sister. She just sent him two emoticons in response: angry face and the one sticking out its tongue. He shrugged, figured she'd be over it by the time he got home.

Remi stepped inside and pushed off his shoes, picking them up to place them by the door as nicely as the other pairs of shoes. "Uh... yeah, sorry, I was a little slow at moving today..." He muttered. He walked in a bit and looked around before speaking agian, and even then it didn't answer Minglong's question, "Nice place. It's just you and Baian now, right?" He asked, turning to look at his friend.

He noticed the set up in the living room, gently placing his violin on the ground by the couch before plopping onto it. He looked at Minglong, holding eye contact while he spoke, "Anya is planning to audition for a Korean entertainment company. She'd be leaving by next summer if she gets in."

Remi nodded. "She's been serious about dancing for a while now, and she's been fascinated with music for as long as I can remember - which, granted, isn't saying much, but still." He told Minglong. "I just... can't fathom having her so far away from me. She's become a lot more independent but I can't protect her when she's over a thousand miles away. What if she gets bullied? Or hurt? I'm sure you've heard of some of the scandals companies have gotten into. I guess Taijia's going with her and he's a hard-headed kid, but he's also tiny." He huffed and ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the back of the couch with a frustrated grunt.

"Of course it would have been different!" Remi said, his voice raising though he clearly wasn't angry. "If I leave, not only is she almost safer, she still has mum and dad. If she leaves, she has no one." He still held that believe that he was dangerous for her, despite never having physically hurt her, it was bad enough he had already mentally scarred her.

"I guess that helps a bit... And I know she's brilliant and tough to boot, but I guess... I never got over her being my little shadow, never wanting to be too far away." His face twisted into a grimace as his chest hurt, and he wondered for a moment if this is what melancholy and reminiscing felt like. If that were the case, he was thankful for his bad memory. It wasn't very common for him to think back on the past, so he never thought about what it must feel like to remember "good" or "better" times. "I'd be the proudest brother around if she made it in, but I also hate the idea of her getting past auditions..." He paused for moment before adding, "Yes, please."

Remi let out a sigh, "I guess... Though if you haven't noticed, I kinda suck at the "comforting" thing." He said bluntly. "I suppose that explains why she's been stealing my Korean textbooks, though. Taijia's fluent and she's always wanted to be... In fact, we've both griped to our dad that he should have taught us Korean. As far back as I can remember he's been fluent in English, so that's not a good excuse for him." He furrowed his eyebrows, looking off into the distance. "Maybe I'm also a little jealous?" He confessed. "I like music, too, and I'm not much of a dancer but I like singing. I probably would have auditioned, or wanted to, when I was her age. Especially since at her age I had a toddler for a sister who loved watching me dance to KPop..." He faded off, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his fingernails. "But if they took one look at my medical records, I'd probably be denied. There's now evidence of idols with mental disorders, but except for one idol who seemed to have a stress-related psychotic break, none of them have something as serious as schizophrenia, so it was an idea I squashed almost as soon as I thought about it..."

He let out a breath and straightened up, wiping his hands on his jeans and looking to Minglong. "Anyway. Despite you being a bit older than her when you first came here, it's good to hear it went alright for you, and also to see that you're doing perfectly fine now. I hadn't considered asking someone who went to another country at a young age, for some reason. Probably because when we moved from England, there were some shocking cultural differences, but nothing nearly as bad as what Anya could encounter while training. What if she gets extremely homesick? Sure there's American restaurants in Korea but I still can't help but get worried about her."

Remi seemed to consider Minglong's words and nodded slowly. "I guess. I still don't like the idea of her going there alone..." He lowered his voice, "After all the sexual assault scandals that have happened in recent years, I still don't want her to go. So it's almost like I want her to not pass auditions... But then that makes me a terrible brother. I'd be too msug about it."

He was happy to change the subject, looking over the pamphlet. "No, I didn't know..." He muttered, looking over the pamphlet. "Is it a good program?" He asked, not looking up.

Remi nodded, about to say something but instead looking at his violin case. "I guess so..." He responded after a while, though he finally seemed willing to change the subject.

"The Seattle Symphony?" He seemed to latch onto those words, thinking about something. "So if I go to Cornish University, there may be a good chance I can get acquainted with - and potentially get into - the Seattle Symphony?" He leaned against the back of the couch, seeming to consider this opportunity. He crossed his arms loosely over his stomach, giving Minglong a nod, "CBCC was pestering me to pick a major, so I chose music and will be doing a music theory class next semester, but I have ultimately been focusing on getting my GEs out of the way." He told his friend. "I'll have to look more into Cornish University though."