Aaron Verlice, the charismatic and talented quarterback of the university's football team, has always been known for his precision on the field and his charm off it. But few people know about his secret passion - art. Aaron's sketches and paintings...
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"All eyes on me now If you still doubt mine It's too point less We're still young and wild We gonna find new world to be mine"
I hummed the tune of ATEEZ's "Wonderland" to myself as I flitted around our dorm room, tidying up the few items out of place. I couldn't help but sway and dance a little to the catchy beat, feeling a sense of freedom and forgetfulness wash over me. Sometimes, all I needed was a good song and a few moments of carefree fun to lift my spirits. Besides, cleaning was always more enjoyable when accompanied by good music.
As I continued humming and tidying up the room, I heard Blair's familiar footsteps approaching the dorm. She poked her head into the room, her eyes scanning the area before a smirk formed on her lips.
"I thought I heard someone singing in here," she teased, leaning against the door frame.
I couldn't help but grin back as Blair teased me. I held up the broomstick, pretending it was a microphone, and continued singing the song. Blair was an ATEEZ fan just like me, and we had bonded over our love for the group many times.
Blair's eyes widened with excitement as she saw me holding up the makeshift microphone, and she quickly joined in with me. Together, we sang the lyrics to "Wonderland," our voices blending in perfect harmony. The dorm room echoed with our laughter and the energetic beats of the song, creating a fun and carefree atmosphere.
"Neoneun yeogiseo meomchul tenga Geutorok weonadeon geoshi nunape, oh-oh Dashi doraol su eopseodo Oh, we must going on Gaja (Eh-oh-eh-oh-eh) Gaja (Kkeuti gidarineun shijageuro)"
Despite the fact that our Korean pronunciation was less than perfect, we had a blast singing along to the song. It didn't matter that we were butchering the language slightly; we were having a good time and enjoying the music together.
"On my-my way, modu bareul majchugo (Eh) On my-my way, hana dul hamyeon ttwieo (Ttwieo, ttwieo) On my-my way, eomneun gildo mandeureo Eoseo gaja, eoseo gaja, kkeuti gidarineun shijageuro"
Our voices filled the dorm room, and we even attempted the choreography of the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm. We tripped over each other's feet a few times, sending us into fits of laughter. But that didn't stop us from continuing to sing and dance our hearts out, feeling the infectious energy and joy the song brought us.
As the music shifted to the next song, Blair suddenly smirked and teased me about cleaning.
"Hey, I thought you were supposed to be cleaning this place, not hosting a mini concert with that broom."
I rolled my eyes at her comment but couldn't help but smile. "Oh, shush. A girl can multitask, you know. I can clean and sing at the same time," I retorted, feigning offense.
