Producer nim

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6:40
Once everyone was seated and had there coffees, we then began the meeting.

I, myself, wasn't paying attention for even the slightest bit, and because of how early it was, I fell asleep during most of the meeting. Around 7:30 or so, it was my turn to present what I had.

I had my right elbow propped up on the table while my cheek was resting on my right hand, my head was faced down, my left leg was up on my seat, whereas the papers that were passed around at the very beginning of the meeting, were all in my left hand down, resting on my right thigh. From the others perspective, it would seem like I was paying attention with my head down. But sadly I wasn't. Out of nowhere I felt a tapping on my right thigh. At first I ignored the taps, but they just kept getting faster. I tilt my head at the person at the right of me and it so happened to be Jimin. Just when I was going to question him he tilted his head to his right, where there stood the angry looking Uncle of mine. "SONG!!" My head shot up faster than I anticipated, and left my neck sore right after.

He questions why I wasn't paying attention. "I apologize sir, I haven't been feeling well lately." I mean I technically didn't lie, as I was in the taxi with Mr. Choi, I started to feel a fever coming over me. Why you make ask, it's because I ran through the streets like a crazy woman with slippers and a thin but reasonably fashionable black coat in the middle of winter.

     Anyways, as he hears my reason, his expression that was once anger turns into the concern a father would feel towards its child.

     I waved him off to let him know I was alright even if I wasn't. But right as I waved him off he pointed out a topic that was always an issue to him. "Slippers." Just as everyone looks at him with a confused look, it turns into realization.

    I shrug the gazes I receive, "What, I love slippers. I don't see the problem in that."

     We then resume to meeting as I start to show everyone what I had come up with this very morning. They liked it, and started to question if I had already thought of lyrics, title and the theme of the piece. I tell them 'I haven't,' and we all then start to brainstorm some ideas.

     Yoongi, and Namjoon start giving out some lyrics that could help put the rest of the beat and song together. I nod in agreement as some of their input has given me an idea of what the beginning of the song will be. We ended up finishing the meeting pretty late, say around 8:03 or so.

I bee-line my way to the elevator out the door and stop it at the floor where my studio is. I punch in the code, shut my door and hear as it automatically locks by itself, throw my bucket hat and coat on the leather couch set up in my studio and drop my bag at the foot of my desk while letting my hair fall down from the hat and proceed to preserve the pace I had this morning.

12:63
     I had already finished most of my snacks I had packed for today by the time my stomach started growling angrily at me for not feeding it any more food.

     Just as I was about to order take-out, I heard an insecure, inhibited knock on my studio door. I quickly move to the couch and grab my bucket hat, only to put it on with haste. I make sure my hair is completely hidden as I made my way to the door. I then open the door only to face Kim Taehyung looking at my surprised face with uncertainty.