Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Missing You

I grabbed a second bar, which probably wasn't healthy, and rushed to my room to grab my Korean notebook, which had all of the music I'd written. As I opened the door to the piano room, I jumped about a foot in the air. Yoongi oppa was sitting at the bench, a computer on his lap. One hand was using the computer while the other played the piano. A notebook lay open on the music holder on the piano. He was wearing a black beanie again, which slipped up an inch as he glanced up to look at me.

"Ah, annyeong." He said sleepily.

I bowed and greeted him.

"I want to show you something." he said haltingly, then patted the seat next to him.

I tucked my notebook underneath my arm and then sat down. He turned the computer screen a bit towards me. It was a music-composing app. I'd used one once when my dad was into composing music. It was a grey screen with bars of color representing different instruments. A strip of computer on the left side of the screen had many options for different instruments and volumes and echoes and enhancements and who knew what else. My jaw literally dropped when he pressed play.

It was my song. The one that I'd been playing on simple piano yesterday was now being played with violin and drums and guitar. I think I even heard some sort of flute somewhere. And it was amazing. Totally amazing. I could hear so many undertones and melodies that I hadn't even thought of adding. I could only imagine how it would sound when I sang on top of it. The instrumentals weren't exactly as I'd imagined them in my head, but this was probably better. It was so much more complex and... the only word I could use to describe it was 3D. So this was how Yoongi oppa viewed 3D music. I glanced up at him in admiration. He seemed to be enjoying my obvious amazement.

"It's amazing!" I told him in Korean. "How did you do that?"

He showed me how to use the app. I watched as he dragged bars of music over to the grey area and selected the instrument. Then he copied and pasted them throughout the course of about three and a half minutes. By the end of fifteen minutes he'd already completed my song for me. Amazing. I had a fresh dose of respect for him.

"Can I get this?" I asked slowly, pointing at the computer. "How can I get this?"

Yoongi oppa created a file and emailed it to me. And just like that. I had my own song. He showed me the notebook that he'd propped up on the piano. On it was a mixture of Korean and English phrases. I could see that some of the handwriting wasn't his. It was probably Namjoon oppa's, since he was the one that spoke the best English. Next to the Korean phrases, Namjoon oppa had written the English translations, and I found some of my own scribbled lyrics.

If you dream is so far, then why do you chase it?

Do you really believe that you can make it?

It's these thoughts that drag me down deep underwater

Don't think that I can go much farther.

I grinned at these, embarassed, but Yoongi oppa seemed to think that they were okay lyrics. Somehow they rhymed in Korean as well. He had fixed up some of my other lyrics so that they rhymed in Korean. I read through them all, seeing where he'd added new lyrics and switched them around. The rap part was completely in English, thank Goodness, and so was the chorus. I had named the song EX'd, which I decided would be the name of my album. E was for my name, Emma. The X symbolized the chorus of my song, which was about finding yourself and fighting against society and for your dream. It also represented how sometimes people removed or 'X'ed themselves from society in an attempt to find who they were, and how that could lead to sadness. It was a pretty dark song, but I felt that it was meaningful.