✑ 2 bored songwriters | m.yg ✑

track 5: the usual

"Our impresario has been enormously clement with us this very morning."

"Can that sentence be any more simpler?" Yoongi retorts sarcastically. "It's too easy to understand what you're saying."

"Isn't that good then?" I plop down on the carpet next to him, "I don't have to repeat myself."

Yoongi just shakes his head in defeat. "What's the deal?"

"We got a demo!" A big expression of relief flashes on Yoongi's face. It had been a while since we were assigned demos. They're less stressful than full songs, so it's like a break from the entire song composition. We loved to compose songs, but sometimes, we needed breaks or small tasks to distract us from the main goal.

It also boosted our confidence in a sense that we could do more. We were always excited about demos.

I walk up to my computer, download some files, and open the editing program to play the file.

"I hope it's not about wanting to seduce a sugar daddy." He pleads.

I pass him a distant look, but he refuses to acknowledge it, I press play without pressing the issue any further.

The song starts off as a soft piano riff, which transcends into a full-on rock n roll midway. Yoongi and I stare at each other with our mouths wide open, astounded yet dazzled.

There weren't a lot of lyrics, I assumed they left footnotes of what the song was supposed to be about, and the rest was up to us, which we didn't mind at all. It was quite different from what we were offered. Change was always welcomed. It quite suited the fire and rawness Yoongi has. It's safe to say the lyricism is his department for this song.

The outro was abrupt. It was either intentional or some technical issues occurred, but we overlooked it because the overall nature of the song was approved by both of us. A few seconds into the ending of the song, a screech comes out of nowhere, scaring the daylights out of Yoongi.

"What on planet Earth was that?" He asks, his face scrunching up in distress. "Can you replay that?"

I rewind to the part which could've been a cool outro but was interrupted by a loud "eeeeeeh!" by someone.

"Uhm..." Yoongi scratches his head in confusion, "was this... meant to be included?"

"I... don't......" Laughter erupted from my mouth after trying to suppress it for so long. Yoongi stares at me for a good few seconds before bursting to hysterics.

We had to hold our stomachs because of how uncontrollable our laughs were. After what felt like ages, we finally stopped, regaining the energy we lost to laughing our lungs out at such a peculiar thing.

"Wait," Yoongi says, picking up his phone, "manager texted me."

"Are we put on time out?" I ask, wondering if they heard us laughing like idiots. I'm pretty sure they did.

"No, he says – 'Sorry, we heard the file you were sent. That was Hoseok screeching at a cockroach' Well," he shrugs, putting his phone back on the table, "it makes sense."

"I'm in love with the end. Do we have to scrap it?" I ask, feeling sad about having to remove the screech.

"If we don't wanna get flamed by Hoseok, then yes." He replies, resting his head against his palm. "This is nothing new. We're always trying to save his reputation in some way or another."

"That's how it goes."