[Jaskier doesn't ask. While there are certainly some who would care deeply about who exactly his teacher was, Jaskier doesn't particularly care either way because 1) it's not as though he would know that person well enough to be any sort of judge and 2) it matters far more what Gokudera took from his time with the teacher than said teacher's reputation and accolades. You could place a prodigy with the best tutors, but produce the same results as someone suited for something better if the student in question takes nothing from them.]
I was only a little older than you when I started performing myself, [Jaskier says with a wistful smile. Not that those were particularly happy days. If anything, Jaskier was exceptionally bored until his path managed to cross with Geralt's, and he was more reliant on food being tossed at him for his next meal rather than coins. But one has to start from somewhere and have an appreciation for that sometimes. Humble beginnings and all that.] I wasn't terribly well-received in those days, but I made the mistake of playing my own compositions before I was ready. My compositions were terrible in the beginning. Truly awful and thankfully, completely forgotten by anyone who's heard them.
[Hopefully they are, anyway. To be on the safe side, there are still some taverns and inns Jaskier tends to avoid when he travels lest the follies of his youth were to tarnish his hard-earned reputation in the present.]
The best advice I can give you: while you're still young and establishing yourself, improvise every now and again so people remember you, but stick to the classics. Even if they bore you to tears to play again and again, it's the only guaranteed way to get some food in your belly, a roof over your head, and possibly a fair maiden or two by your side for the night. Eventually, you'll hit your stride with your own compositions, and then that's when you'll truly cement yourself as an artist.
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I was only a little older than you when I started performing myself, [Jaskier says with a wistful smile. Not that those were particularly happy days. If anything, Jaskier was exceptionally bored until his path managed to cross with Geralt's, and he was more reliant on food being tossed at him for his next meal rather than coins. But one has to start from somewhere and have an appreciation for that sometimes. Humble beginnings and all that.] I wasn't terribly well-received in those days, but I made the mistake of playing my own compositions before I was ready. My compositions were terrible in the beginning. Truly awful and thankfully, completely forgotten by anyone who's heard them.
[Hopefully they are, anyway. To be on the safe side, there are still some taverns and inns Jaskier tends to avoid when he travels lest the follies of his youth were to tarnish his hard-earned reputation in the present.]
The best advice I can give you: while you're still young and establishing yourself, improvise every now and again so people remember you, but stick to the classics. Even if they bore you to tears to play again and again, it's the only guaranteed way to get some food in your belly, a roof over your head, and possibly a fair maiden or two by your side for the night. Eventually, you'll hit your stride with your own compositions, and then that's when you'll truly cement yourself as an artist.