"Sometimes you have to let go of the past to embrace the future, but the past keeps tugging at your heart"
-Unknown
23 May 2024
Tokyo, Japan
"Kussō!" Emiko let out a frustrated groan as she slammed her wired earpiece and handheld audio recorder back on the table. She slumped back into her chair, overwhelmed.
Right now, she is in the recording studio at her label's building in Tokyo. She had been struggling with writer's block for at least a month and still couldn't get a song out.
She was overwhelmed with so many emotions after that day. She had never contacted him after that day; she swore not to. She'd promised herself that history wouldn't repeat, but the magnetic pull toward him remained. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape it.
She hadn't allowed herself to process that day. "It was a mistake" was what she repeated, choosing instead to avoid any expectations, but now she was left floundering.
She was still productive, don't get her wrong. It's not like she hasn't produced any songs or helped with writing any in the past months—she did. Her most recent project was with Gracie Abrams on her new songs "Let It Happen," "Close To You," and "I Love You, I'm Sorry." She had to travel to America for two weeks because of that.
However, her most recent project was the only one in these two months. Usually, she would be juggling at least three different projects at once. Not only that, but at least one of the projects would be half an album full of songs she wrote. Now, she couldn't even craft a single song.
She scratched her head forcefully as she closed her eyes.
"Fuck." She mumbled under her breath. "It's fine, we can do this. Ganbatte, Emiko, ganbatte."
Determined, she picked up her audio recorder again and plugged in her earpiece.
Come on, think of something. Anything.
She grabbed her pen with her left hand and scribbled down whatever thoughts came to mind. Her right hand held the recorder tightly, her thumb tracing the engraved Japanese characters of her name.
Emiko blinked... then blinked... then... let out a loud sigh, putting everything back on the table as she slumped into the seat once again.
"Writer's block?" The door creaked open, and her best friend, Kotoko, walked in.
"I think the writer blocked me." Kotoko's unimpressed look met Emiko's undoubtedly lame half-hearted joke. She closed the door behind her and sat on one of the couches behind Emiko.
The two of them sat in silence, not really knowing what to say until Emiko broke the silence.
"What are you doing here?" The platinum blonde-haired girl asked, sitting up in her chair. "Oh! Did you get yourself a second date with the ice skating boy?"
Kotoko's love life had been quite active these past two months. She had a fling with the guy she was dancing with at the bar during the race weekend, a few dates with a family friend, and a few insignificant ones after that. Recently, there was the ice skating boy Kotoko had met during a fashion event. He was tall, handsome, family-oriented, kind, already rich, and famous—what more could Emiko ask for in a man for her best friend?
Kotoko shook her head, which made Emiko's smile fade. Did that mean no second date?
"Two reasons." Kotoko held up two fingers as Emiko turned to face her. "Firstly, Saito is freaking out about you. And secondly... Do you know my upcoming project in a Korean drama? They want you to take part in the official soundtrack."
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