He ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I don't really have the time to eat regular meals like breakfast and such, so I've gotten in the habit of eating whenever I have the time. It's not much, just stuff like the ice cream sandwich." His career wasn't exactly forgiving of normal schedules, so he and the boys had to squeeze in food, sleep, exercise, and such whenever they could.
"Interesting." She tilted her head, fingers tapping a rhythm on her cane as she thought about that. It made sense then, eating when you could. "A busy job, I'm guessing." The elevator dinged as it reached their floor, the doors opening up as a doctor stepped out, nodding to the two of them.
"Extremely," Rory confirmed, nodding at the doctor as well. He lightly tapped her arm with two fingers and headed into the elevator, keeping it open with a hand for her. "Pretty much all musical jobs that end up as successful careers are really busy."
Aika carefully stepped into the elevator, reaching out to find the railing around the walls. "You're a musician too?" She asked, looking at where she assumed he was. A smile lit up her face, the product of discussing something she loved with all her heart.
"Singer, to be precise. My friends and I formed a band together, then came here to America to expand, in the words of our agent." He shrugged and leaned against the elevator wall. "All of us are singers, but three of us play instruments as well."
"A band. That explains a lot." She nodded, standing oddly still and straight-backed, one hand on the railing, and the other on her cane. "Well, I wish you and your band the best of luck with your expanding. Do you happen to be one of the three that plays an instrument?"
He opened his mouth to say 'no,' but closed it and sighed through his nose. He figured she wouldn't know who to tell, so what the hell. "Not officially, no, but I do know how to play the guitar. None of the others know this, of course, or else they'd insist I be the main guitarist and then I'm out in the spotlight."
She tilted her head, her tapping pausing. While part of her wanted to ask why he wouldn't want that opportunity, another part of her was well aware that that had nothing to do with her. It was his own thing, and she had only just met him. "The guitar? As in, acoustic, or electric?"
"I do acoustic," Rory said, tilting his head back and resting it against the wall. "Tobias is our bass guitarist. Rowan's our other guitarist, and he does electric and acoustic, whichever the song calls for." He shrugged and looked over at Aika. "I just don't really care for being front and center stage. Jordan and Kasper are the other two exclusive singers, with Kasper as the lead. Harvey does drums."
"Oh, wow. You're all set there." Aika commented, nodding. "Where all do you play? And I guess it's worth asking, what kind of music do you play?" Her tapping resumed, along to a different beat this time.
"We've mostly been doing different gigs here and there in this city, occasionally get the odd venue with a ridiculous amount of people considering how small we are." Rory hummed as he thought, reciting one of their songs. "And as for the type of music, we're categorized ourselves as pop rock, but we can do more pop or more rock depending on the album or song."
"I don't think I've listened to much, or anything, in that genre." Aika mused, her tapping picking up the same beat as his humming after listening for just a few moments. "Now might be good a time as any though, what with all my newfound free time. What's your band's name?"
"7th Set," he said, then resumed his humming, he took notice of her tapping and did a small experiment. He switched the song to something with an erratic beat, seeing if she'd pick up on the odd pattern. It was one of their more recent songs, and Rory had actually been a major contributor to the music—probably why the beat was so weird.
She tilted her head, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "7th Set. Interesting." It took a few more moments for her to pick up this beat, but soon she was tapping along with him humming. It was part nervous tick, part fiddling, depending on the situation. Her father had drilled it into her head that fidgeting was a sign of boredom, so she'd switched to the rhythmical tapping, which could be passed off as getting into the groove of a new piece.
"You're good at that," Rory commented with a hint of admiration. It took him quite a bit of practice to get the hang of new and different beats, especially ones like that. He then lifted his shoulders and burrowed into his fur-lined coat, smiling to himself at the feeling.
Aika turned towards him, tilting her head. "Good at what?" It took her a moment to realize what he was referring to, and a light blush painted her cheeks, at the habit being noticed. "Oh. Thank you?"
"You into music?" he guessed, continuing. "You strike me as the sort of person to appreciate music more so than most people." His smile remained as he sunk further into his coat, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Oh, how he loved his beloved coat. It was like a portable piece of heaven, ready to swallow him whole in fuzziness.
"I am, yes." She nodded, the smile coming back as she continued tapping. "I was born and raised in a household always full of music. I can't really imagine not liking music when it's the first sound you have any recollection of hearing."
He hummed and nodded. "I can relate to that. It's probably why I got into singing so quickly. My parents would constantly have music blaring inside the house. My dad's mom liked to sing as well—she's actually the one who gave me lessons whenever she came over to visit."
"What are voice lessons like?" She asked curiously, finally showing something beyond standing like a statue as she leaned against the railing slightly. The urge to take off the blindfold, to put a face to a voice, was back again, and the hand that wasn't tapping moved to fiddle with the buttons of her blazer.
He snorted. "Degrading and filled with slipper throwing, but effective. My grandmother knocked my pride down to a safe level, so I wasn't trying to prance around while bragging about my superior vocal skills. Some other lessons were tossed in as well so that I didn't waste her visits." He loved his grandmother dearly, but her teaching methods were just a tad violent. Worked though, as he spoke Korean like a native and, in her words, had a voice like an angel. So he couldn't brag, but she could?
"Minus the slipper throwing, mostly because Madame Barre always wore heels, they sound incredibly similar to my violin and piano lessons." She mused, huffing a soft, if slightly wry, laugh. "Although now I definitely want to hear you sing." The dinging of the elevator signaled they had reached the ground floor.
Rory made sure that there was no one coming onto the elevator, which there was none, then tapped Aika on the shoulder to let her know that it was safe to go. "Yet another thing we have in common, though I'm not going to start busting out singing in the middle of the cafeteria."
"How disappointing." Aika said, this time definitely meaning to joke as she stepped out of the elevator. She wobbled just slightly, once again thrown off balance by the lack of sight, and paused, leaning against her cane to gather herself.
Rory was patient with her, holding open the doors so they didn't close in on her until she stepped out. He soon followed after her. "I mean, I could just have you listen to a few of my unreleased solo songs, but that's the extent of what I'm comfortable with." He was both partially joking and partially serious. He much rathered having his voice blend with the other guys' than be on his own—which is why most of his solos remained unreleased.