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Jun-Keuk-Norae-Ja-Rang

When I heard that Jun-Keuk-Norae-Ja-Rang was coming to Flushing, New York to host an episode, I thought that I was going to be on TV. Jun-Keuk-Norae-Ja-Rang is a popular TV show in South Korea targeted for senior and rural area audiences. It is a weekly show about a host and a band traveling around the country to host a show in a random town to accommodate the town folks to participate in the singing contest while broadcasting live on MBC, a broadcasting network in South Korea. The participants who receive the highest rating from the judge in the contest are rewarded with a small sum of money and gift certificates. I guess it is something like “American Idol” but with less reward and preparation.

The journey to Flushing from Rutherford felt like an eternity at the time, but I wasn't bored since I had Min-Ho with me. Min-ho and I were 6th grader attending the same school. We were just yearlong residents in the United States, so we had a lot in common. On the way to Flushing we came to a conclusion that we shouldn't expect too much fun out from the trip since the previous episodes were about old people going up to the stage and singing in horrendous tone. The Shea Stadium was coming in to the view from the horizon after 2 hour long trip. I knew that we were close to the site when I saw the balloons float up in the air, kites drifted high up in the sky, and various advertisement banners flapped in the air in far distance. The site was a park just outside of the Shea Stadium. It looked like a fair at first glimpse. Children running around in the park with balloons in their hand, middle age people roamed on the outskirts of park checking out the merchandise on the mobile tables, and scattered groups of elderly folks in colorful Han-Bok, traditional Korean silk dress, tottered in the park with their cane in their hand. An elder, who wore Western Style top hat with Han-Bok stood out like a sore thumb; it was amusing to see Western styled hat with Eastern styled dress. It appeared to be that spectators were pleasantly involved while waiting for the event to start. I've not seen so many Asian people since I came to the United States, the turnout made me reminiscent the time when I used to attend ceremonies in South Korea.

There were canvases erected on the edge of the park, the ones you see in the Farmer's market in Manhattan. Billowing smoke signaled to me that luscious food were being cooked there. When I got near the origin of smoke, I couldn't believe what my eyes transmitted to my brain. A cook with polite smile on his face set gaze on his behemoth grill; on top of the grill were the various sized feet of 4 legged creatures that I couldn't identify. My appetite meter depleted even though there were many other types of food were being cooked at the nearby canvases. With lunch taken out from my immediate agenda, I decided to head towards the area where a group of people were pointing at the sky. Flying rectangular shape kite is a part of Korean tradition that Korean folks practice on new lunar year day but due to the kite merchants following a huge event, ceremony, or celebration, the kite merchants unknowingly modified the tradition so that the kites were to be found in the sky whenever there are large crowd of Korean folks. I was intrigued by the sight of children pulling the string of kites while speaking English, it seemed like yesterday that I was in their age wearing Han-Bok and pulling the string of kite on Lunar New Years Day with my grandfather chitchatting in Korea. A blustering announcement abruptly ended my memory-lane.

The moment that everybody's been waiting for has arrived. Min-Ho and I sprinted toward the event stage in a crowd of stampede. The host was in his 80s and he was very well known in South Korea. After a brief sum of his heartwarming greeting to the Korean folks living in America, the camera was rolling. The first contestant, an elderly man who appeared to be in his 60's got up to the stage and introduced himself and announced the song that he prepared to perform. I had a hard time decipher the words coming out from him due to the heavy accent from geographic part in Korea that I never encountered. The melody from the band streamed out of the speaker and the contestant begun to sang. The sound made by the eager man was cacophony; there was no harmony to be found in the melody and the words coming out from the contestant's mouth. Min-Ho guffawed on my side. It wasn't even a minute before the judge slammed on the chime to advise the contestant to remove himself from the stage. Even though the show is meant for all fun and good times, there is one strict rule that every contestants must follow. If there is 1 sound of chime, the contestant singing performance is not competent enough to perform on the stage, but if there were to be 4 melodious chimes, it meant that the contestant did a good job, but the approving chimes doesn't come until the end of the song. After the first contestant politely extracted himself from the stage the second contestant stepped up to the stage. The contestant was a petite lady from Brooklyn. I was disappointed that she might actually perform congruity with the music played by the band. Min-Ho concurred with my belief and we kept a close look on her for mistakes as if we were a judge. The contestant was well prepared, every words and melody processed harmoniously. The first 4 chimes were fired at the end of the song. The crowds applauded with excitement. The show came to an end as fast as the brave contestants went up then reluctantly came back down from the stage.

The boring show that Min-Ho and I expected turn out to be a blast cross-culture-ceremony with pleasant memories that I would cherish for life time. The cross-culture-ceremony was full of surprises with variety of modified traditions. The ceremony gave me a sense of understanding what it is to live in cultural diverse county.

I read over 4 times and fixed all the errors that I can spot before posting on here. Please point out any grammatical errors that I missed on the paper, hopefully there isn't any left over. Thank you.