It was cold and everyone looked unfriendly. Seoul was the capital of South Korea and as for what Brigette did for a leaving, she taught French in a p...ivate school. Brigette was walking across the street, from the private school she was teaching in, and ate Korean food, at some extravagantly looking restaurant. She ordered her food, when the waitress came in and the food was served to her, in less than five minutes. Brigette hungrily ate her food, cursing in French, saying how much she missed. They say hell has no fury like a woman scorned, but a guy who's called a liar when he isn't comes in a pretty good second. And when you're in your third year of college you think you know everything worth knowing anyhow. It took me about ten seconds to decide I was damn well going to show her. And there was a good way to do it right at hand, I thought: I'd take it to old fat-and-ugly himself. And I did.He was in his own tent when I got back, but I'd worked up enough of a mad that I just barged. ”“Good. And band?”“It’s good. We had our Spring concert about a week ago and it went really well. I got to play a solo even though I’m only a Sophomore.”“What Chair are you?”“Second. That’s usually for a Junior, but I’m better than Melissa and Kelly. I’m almost as good as Alice, who’s a Senior and First Chair. I think I can win First Chair next year.”“What do you like to play?”“Country music! But we play mostly classical and pop music.”“What’s your favorite thing to play?”“The Devil Went Down. Before she could sit down, the 'buzz' of the intercom had sounded. Her boss, Mr. Rodriguez, or Jimmy for short, had called for her. She stepped to his office, knocked on the door and awaited his reply."Come in!" was bellowed from behind.Gina entered the office, finding Jimmy working at his desk. Gina closed the door, stepped to the desk and stood in her position that she'd become accustomed to. Head bowed, hands clasped behind her back, silent. Awaiting for permission to speak, as well as to.