In the middle of my songwriting, the rap comes fast to me. Like I'm on some sugar high or something. Bruh. I've never written something so fast.
These snitches mad they got no money in their bank accounts
I run it faster and you know I exceed all amounts
My flow is crazy and you spit it in all eight counts
Fix your face and I'm coming I'm about to pounce
These—
A knock on the door breaks me out of my zone. Man, I was just getting started. The private room here in AWE Seoul may be a bit pink for my taste, but I used to follow my sister around and lived for color schemes like this. I turn off the twinkling fairy lights and head over to the door, opening it and expecting one of the other guys.
No one stands in the hallway. Not an employee, not Shar, and not the members.
I try to grasp for the dream world. Maybe it wants me to visit? When I feel for it, the pull isn't there. Instead, I sense a heaviness in the air.
It's madness. I almost close the door again, but I sense a movement behind me. I look over my shoulder. A fairy, the size of my fist, hovers over the desk in the private room.
"Hey guy," I say, as if the fairy can sense that I mean it no harm.
The fairy flutters close to me, passing right across my nose. It loops around my head, and then flies into the corridor. As if it enchanted me, I close the door to the room and follow it.
It leads me to the mirror at the end of the hall. I almost reach out and touch the thing, just 'cause of the madness of it all. The fairy got choke magic about it. I can feel it. David would probably describe it as "shimmering."
"Hey, hey," I say again.
The fairy flutters, then enters the mirror. The mirror's frame, an off white that reminds me of a dirty eggshell, shivers a bit. I look more closely.
The fairy expands in the mirror, rippling out and growing. Its limbs turn crazy long, bending and twisting over each other. I freeze as the fairy begins to draw color. It turns a pink at first, then an orange and burnt red. Soon, it grows to the size of me.
With ugly limbs that stretch out like gnarled tree roots, it reminds me of a choke big spider. Its eyes flash a bright red, wings more like those of a bat's. Its body—full of muscles—angles toward me. Ready to pounce—like one tiger. It looks like it could eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. When it opens its mouth, it confirms that. Three rows of teeth open up like a twisted mouse trap.
My own limbs go a bit wavy. I feel like I could cave in on myself. Gotta hold it together. No shitting my pants today. When I take a step back, the fairy fully extricates itself from the mirror. Damn. It looks even more frightening with all of its dimensions fully showing.
And then. I can't control it. I turn around and start running. My feet pound against the floor, this one a lilac carpet. I head straight past the elevator and toward the stairs. As I pull the door open, I turn around.
The fairy thing flies with a speed that may not match a tiger, but still with mad speed. Its wings may be getting in the way, with the hall a bit too narrow for it. I guess I have God to thank for that.
The fairy thing almost reaches the door, but I close it shut. As I do so, it slams against it, sending waves throughout my whole body. I feel like a taco about to be eaten, or a bowl of poi about to be scooped up.
The "braddah" goes a bit harder even. It slams against the door again. I count to three, and then let go and make a run for it. Down? Up? I go down because I feel like I could speed down, and the fairy would fly up easily and snatch me. And eat me.
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Debut in Broad Daylight
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