Retelling the Video

Airplane, Agust D, Joke 2

Agust D's Point of View

I have loved rapping for a long time. I was strongly motivated when it came to rapping, whereas when it came to other things I was extremely unmotivated. I just didn't care about anything else. I am an underground rapper named Agust D.

I had been rapping in this place for a few months now. It was a lot of fun, if a bit stressful, dangerous, and annoying. It was stressful and dangerous because people envied others who were better than them and wouldn't hesitate to remove them if necessary. Annoying because they called me "New Thang", even though I had told them my name was Agust D multiple times. They gave Jungkook, some hotshot rapper who was younger than I was, more respect than they gave me although I had no clue why.

I had gotten threats multiple times; I never listened. I should have felt threatened because I knew these people were dangerous and I was just some entitled kid to them. I knew they all thought it was easy for me to get where I was at; they thought I got by on my good looks.

So they threatened me, saying they would make me disappear, because I was taking away their source of income with my rapping. I didn't believe them of course. I knew they had threatened others and they had just turned out to be empty threats and nothing ever actually happened. But maybe if I had taken their words more seriously, I wouldn't be here right now.

I went to sleep in my apartment and woke up tied to a chair in some moving room. The small room I was in had a couch that wrapped around three sides, a pole a bit in front of me and off to my right, a window with white curtains behind me. There were wall lamps shaped like upturned flowers on either side of the window.

I tried to get my hands free but they were tied behind me. I shoved my feet into the floor, moving the chair a bit. I yelled in rage as I got more and more angry the longer I was tied to this chair. I couldn't feel my hands and I hadn't been able to for a while.

I groaned and slouched in the chair. The door separating this room from the others was open. I saw another door through the open doorway. I didn't know whether that other door led to the outside or just another room. The other room I could see looked like a kitchen and a living room mashed into one. I saw half a fridge and my stomach grumbled, showing I was hungry.

I struggled to get free again. I needed food and soon. I felt the sticky duct tape that kept my hands together rubbing uncomfortably on my wrists. I sighed and closed my eyes, kind of tired from hours of trying to get free without success. I feel back into sleep without any dreams.