Almighty painter

Chapter 552 Happy Birthday (Part )

"Oh, of course, I like it too. I just think that the melody here could be made a little more soothing. Thump, thump, thump, the high notes should be more powerful, like some kind of intense response to the left hand."

The boss might have just asked casually.

also possible.

The other party simply didn't want to expose the fact that when he chose the song "Swan Lake", he just wanted to show off his elegance. In fact, the boss didn't know much about the music he chose.

"Play it seriously. I paid you for it."

After giving some fake instructions, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back to inspect his own place.

"I see. My right hand is more powerful. I will pay attention."

Koko nodded and pretended to be well-behaved.

But wait until the boss turns around.

She curled her lips and mouthed something towards the boss's back.

"Silly old man!"

Is she playing Swan Lake?

No.

What she played was not Swan Lake at all.

She played "The Four Seasons".

Koko found that some of the phrases at the end of Swan Lake were difficult, so she just changed them while playing.

Koko was very brave, she knew they couldn't hear it.

Installed.

Just install it there.

Although they are all works by Tchaikovsky, in "The Four Seasons", Tchaikovsky selected a theme for each month, and the one she played was "December".

December is a piece of music written by Tchaikovsky specifically to celebrate Christmas. It has the cheerful and humorous style of a waltz.

It would be strange if anyone could hear any "peaceful and soothing swan dance" in it.

This piece of music is usually played together with Beethoven's "Ode to Joy", Schumann's "Fantasy" and so on as background music for birthdays.

Yes.

Today is Koko's birthday, and this song was originally the opening music for her birthday party.

Dad dotes on her.

Every year on her birthday, Koko would hold a very grand birthday party.

There were pool parties and flag cakes covering a table.

Sometimes, a small band or a local singer will be invited to perform on the spot.

Once, they got a baby elephant from somewhere and let everyone take turns riding it.

Gu Weijing attended Koko's birthday party many years ago.

then.

The impression he had when he returned home was that it didn't seem like a little girl's birthday, but rather more like the Queen of England was having a holiday celebration there.

Today is Koko’s coming-of-age ceremony as she turns eighteen, and it is a grand gathering.

The schedule had been set and the invitations had been sent out.

But something unexpected happened at home.

No one asks about the poor and downtown, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, the place became deserted.

Money, status, real estate, those flattering smiles, the gifts piled up on the long table... Many times, when you were young, you mistakenly thought that these things would last forever.

In an instant, it disappeared completely.

These days, Koko has started to dislike Mona Sandenu less.

It's no wonder she's so petty-minded.

Many times, only people with a high enough status have the power to choose.

Wealth is like a hydrogen balloon tied to your body, allowing you to walk lightly in the clouds and do whatever you want.

As you slide down the social ladder, the balloons are popped one by one, your body becomes heavier and heavier, and you slowly fall into the quagmire.

Dad has to pay off his debts and aunt has to give birth to a baby.

When you don’t know where your next meal is, you don’t have the power to make so many free choices.

You will transform from a little princess into a big goose jumping around by the lake for everyone to watch, just like the story depicted in Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake".

Life--

It is the dark wizard Rotbart who casts an evil spell on you, leaving you unable to escape.

Koko slowly began to understand Mona's urgency and desire, why she never wanted to look down at her feet and desperately wanted to seize every opportunity to advance through social classes.

Ok.

She admitted that she might have been a little rude to others at times in the past.

"I'm sorry."

But they are not the same kind of people after all.

From being in full swing to being desolate and cold, most people would definitely find it very difficult to accept or feel despair about life.

But Koko has a free heart.

So when music occasionally sounds and the moonlight falls, she will still break out of the body sealed by magic and become the energetic little princess.

There was no celebration, no band, no big cake.

She can also celebrate her own birthday.

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to Koko!"

Koko hummed in her heart.

On the night of her 18th birthday, in the drunken and chaotic nightclub, she was still proud and brave.

Live your life like a stick of Zen incense stuck in an incense burner, with the smoke rising up towards the sun and the sky.
-
Musicians Bar.

Two hours later.

"If this is a tip, I appreciate it, but you should know that even if you give me a tip, this money is not enough to fit in the stockings between my thighs, right?"

The song is over.

(Note: The usual way to tip in a strip club is for the customer to put the change into the dancer's stockings or underwear, taking the opportunity to take advantage of her.)
Koko shrugged her shoulders in boredom.

Looking at the guest who was standing by the piano, holding two one-dollar bills with Washington printed on them and staring at her for a long time with burning eyes, she pushed the metal box containing the change and a few coins for tips placed beside the piano and opened it very familiarly.

She now had a clear idea of ​​what was going on in the minds of these customers when they were holding their change next to her.

"Uh……"

The guest felt a little embarrassed when his thoughts were pointed out so bluntly.

He walked over and handed the bills in his hand to Koko.

"Miss, can you play Ryuichi Sakamoto's music?"

"Where is Armo?"

"random."

The guest spread his hands to show that he didn't care.

Koko put the tip in the coin box next to the piano, flipped through the music collection on the side, and prepared to start playing.

"I'd be honored to invite you for a drink. It can be after you get off work. It's okay."

The guest came closer.

"Sorry, it may not work today. It's not your problem." Koko smiled politely, "I'm not feeling well today."

Koko once pretended to have her period and took cephalexin.

later.

She found that these reasons might not be as effective as she had imagined. Without mentioning that she came here to play the piano every day, it would be difficult to explain to regular customers why she was sick every day or had her period every day.

and so.

Miss Koko decided to go a step further.

She took out a small medicine bottle from her bag, shook it, and said in a low voice: "I've been a little worried these past two days, and I've been taking resistance medicine. If you think it's okay, I'll go down at 11..."

Koko hasn't finished her words yet.

A gust of wind blew.

The guest next to him disappeared as swiftly and agilely as Bolt. Koko smiled triumphantly.

Although working in a nightclub, pretending to have AIDS may not be very professional.

However, this method is extremely efficient.

And her boss doesn't seem to have a very high level of professional ethics, so Koko feels no guilt for doing this.

It would be great if we could make the other party believe this.

She put the empty medicine bottle back into her schoolbag. Even though the other person had run away, she still had to play the song since she had given him a tip.

Unfortunately.

From the guest's perspective, his behavior was not too excessive.

So Koko neither hit him with her baton nor could she think of "idiot number 10" in her mind.

I don’t know if the number of fools on her list will be doubled by the end of today.

As the soundtrack composed by Ryuichi Sakamoto for "The Last Emperor" sounded.

Koko was thinking about her future in her mind——

Think about it seriously.

I won't be able to work in this bar for long.

After all, this move is too cruel.

The boss might allow the female employees here to hit people's hands with batons, but he would probably find it difficult to tolerate the presence of AIDS in a brothel.

Even if the other party doesn't care.

Koko also doesn't want to work under the same boss for too long.

She heard that there was a private club on the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Avenue that was recruiting a female singer. Koko thought that her singing was not bad, at least much better than her piano playing.

Go apply for a job.

Maybe I'll be selected.

It's just that she had heard of it before.

There are many foreigners, dignitaries and armed military personnel among the guests in the club. If something happens, the risk may be uncontrollable.

It's not necessarily that she can drive away the dirty hands by just hitting them a few times with a baton.

Say.

It would be very embarrassing if we happened to run into my dad’s old colleagues or those so-called “uncles and aunts” in the neighborhood.

She didn't want the rumors to spread too far.

Even in school, there have been rumors recently that she is working as... a hostess to put it nicely, or a whore to put it bluntly.

Koko didn't know how this rumor came about.

There is no shortage of students in Dulwich who have the money and time to enjoy nightlife.

There must be people who come to this street for fun.

Maybe I bumped into her, that's possible.

As for making up dirty rumors about beautiful girls, this is an enduring tradition of gossiping and spreading romantic gossip in private since ancient times.

From the queen to the female students, no one can escape.

Even though Koko is a little heroine, she is quite helpless when dealing with such things.

She knew that even the fake little sisters in the cheerleading team might not be very kind when they spoke at this time.

She can't just go around shouting that she's playing the piano in a nightclub and isn't selling sex.

Miss Koko even met a mysterious boy on campus the day before yesterday who stopped her at a corner and hesitated to talk to her.

Although his fierce expression and silent warning with his eyes, "If you dare to say anything unpleasant, I will beat you so hard that your mother won't recognize you. I promise to do what I say."

The other party didn't dare to say anything and ran away.

But Koko knew in her heart that the other party might want to ask how much it would cost to take her out to play.

"Ugh."

Think of this.

Even the optimistic and cheerful Miss Koko couldn't help but feel some sadness and sorrow in her heart that was difficult to share with others.

In life, there are always some things that make people feel powerless.

She couldn't even ask the school for help.

This is actually one of the important reasons that forced her to change her place of work.

Please!

What is Dulwich?

It is the most expensive private school in Yangon, it is a school for the aristocrats!
How could the school allow a female student to work part-time in a bar somewhere, something that would damage the school's reputation?
The last semester is over and I will graduate soon.

Koko couldn't accept being expelled for causing trouble over such a matter and not even being able to get her diploma back.

"I don't know how long it will take to save up a thousand dollars. Public housing won't approve me. Just think about it..."

The piano piece had just begun, and Koko was thinking in her mind.

A waiter came up to her with a tray and placed a cocktail with olives on the piano.

"MIA, table 6 invites you to have a Lady Drink, Hawaiian Kool-Aid cocktail."

MIA, this is the name that Koko casually gave when she came here to apply for the job.

"As usual, take it back to the gentleman and apologize to him for me. I'm not feeling well today."

Koko walked towards the bar booth area, where people were swaying and various lights and spotlights were flickering. She waved and smiled as a greeting.

Who knows.

This time, the waiter next to him didn't walk away. Instead, he shrugged and said, "MIA, I know your situation. I told Kazuo when you ordered the wine, but they insisted that you drink it."

Koko pursed her lips.

"Okay, I get it. I refuse. Put the glass next to you."

"Okay, it's 2 dollars, it's up to you." The waiter showed a helpless expression.

Almost all GOGO bars in Southeast Asia have similar rules.

Guests can treat all the female employees in the hotel who they like to drink LADY DRINK, and the girls will of course get commission.

But according to the rules.

The girl must go over and finish the glass of wine with the guest, and at least toast the guest.

At this time, you can play some games to build closer relationships, or just be more explicit and talk about related issues.

You can disagree to go out, or even not play the game.

But you must drink this glass of wine.

of course.

If you really don't want to drink, or you think the guest is so ugly that you can't bear to look at him, you can also put the wine aside to show your refusal.

After all, a bar is not a brothel like in the old society, and you cannot be forced to sell it.

Bars also need to do business.

and so.

I'm sorry, if you are not willing to give your guests this little bit of face, this glass of wine will be charged to your bill.

Deduct from your salary.

Koko had encountered similar things twice before. The other party was really unreasonable, or felt that he had lost face in front of his friends and wanted to take revenge on her, but there was nothing she could do.

Who knew, just half a minute had passed.

The waitress returned, this time with two glasses of wine on her tray.

"MIA... Uh, it's still table six, and it's still Hawaiian Kool-Aid cocktails, two this time."

Who!

Koko was furious. This guy sent her a few glasses of wine, and all the time she had spent playing the piano for half an hour was wasted.

"We have found the candidate for Stupid Hat No. 10."

Koko stood up angrily and looked seriously at table number 6.

This time she saw it clearly.

The young man surrounded by people stood up and raised his glass towards her with a smile. That was——

Myo Aung Win.

(End of this chapter)