Judging from the pictures, you'd never guess Beckie Joon as a practicing cellist, capable of strumming notes to the likes of Boccherini. Katie Morgan hasn't stroked the bow of such big wood. You probably also wouldn't guess that she's an aspiring lawyer, into VIP cars, who holds the definitive answer to the age-old argument of what came first: the chicken or the egg. But you know what? Who cares? She's hot and as 'import' as we are 'tuner'
How are you this fine evening, Ms. Joon?
Pretty good. Exhausted and busy... but loving it!
What have you been up to?
I'm a full-time student, which is my number one priority, so that keeps me busy. I have my music gigs for cello, part-time gogo gigs and modeling.
What are you studying?
Right now, I am trying to complete my GE. I want to transfer to UCLA as a business or political science major. My main focus is to get my PhD in either business or civil rights law. I want to either practice or teach it at a university.
So I take it you're one of those girls who has to win every argument?
[Laughs]
I'll take that as a yes!
I try, but I'm still open minded.. I listen!
Let's test your arguing abilities, then. What came first, the chicken or the egg?
[laughs] Well, based on evolution and mutations throughout the years... I believe the egg came first. It makes sense because it has to be able to adapt to its environment to become a chicken and begin its years as a brand new mutated species...
Whatever. It's totally the chicken. Kidding. Your argument sounds compelling-you go, counselor!
[laughs] So, guess what happened after the photoshoot?
What?
I got punched in the face by a shih tzu. That's why my nose is swollen and cut. I cried!
I thought it was an abusive ex. Was this earlier today?
Yesterday. I can't move my nose or touch it. Thank god the shoot is over.
Was it your shih tzu?
No, my friends. The weird thing is that the dog is usually so calm. It never did that before.
Ok, so how exactly does a dog punch one in the face?
[Laughs] I held its face gently towards mine and sang to it, and out of no where, it jumped and punched my nose!
What in the world were you singing?
Baby songs... you know, the weird tunes adults sing to babies... or to dogs. [Laughs]
Re-enactment, please.
Aneuuuuya!
Wow. That was like the mating call of a dying flamingo. Is that English?
[laughs] No! I was just humming. Like when a grandma pinches a baby's cheeks.
Well, now I can see why the dog got all riled up. He was acting in self defense.
No... I object!
Let's go back to your affinity of playing with large wood... the cello. When did it start?
Music has been my life since the third grade. I began playing the violin and converted officially towards cello. I love it!
From violin to cello, so size does matter?
Unfortunately, yes!
So I take it you're not into Asian guys then...
[Laughs]
Present company excluded, of course.
Surprises, maybe? [giggles]
Oh yeah. Big. Ok, maybe slightly above average-ish.
Well then! I might change my mind...
Were you in band during high school?
I don't like winds, I'm in an orchestra. I was supposed to go to band camp, though.
As opposed to the raunchier orchestra camp?
The music camp took the name "band" instead, I guess.
What's the most challenging piece of music that you play?
Boccherini kept me busy for a bit.
Sounds challenging. Going back to guys, besides smokestacks, what do you look for?
I don't want a crybaby that's for sure!
[Laughs] Glad to hear you have some standards. So weenies need not apply... what else?
Someone I can rely on and trust. Someone sweet. Oh, and they have to be taller than me.
Again, so no Asians
They are out there somewhere, hopefully!
With heels, you're 5'10"?
Oh yeah! Easily!