"There is no sign up sheet. There should be so I printed one - I asked Cheon-nim if that was okay and he agreed. So I signed us both in, cause I'm very generous, and your slot has ended." He presented the new sign up sheet to this asshole and then pinned it back on the wall where it belonged.

He was not going to be chased out of this space by some disrespectful punk. "And watch what accusations you hurl around without any evidence." Well, there was but he didn't want to be involved with it. He wanted to write his own songs - which meant he needed a studio. "Get out."