You landed you dream job, working in Korea making music at AOMG. You work hard to prove yourself, gaining the respect and admiration of everyone in the building. However, when it comes to the boss, there might be more than respect and admiration i...
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The rhythm filled the room.
You bumped your head along with the snare drum and the 808 that came on the speaker. You began to feel it, the head bobbing was soon joined by foot tapping and a slight shoulder shimmy. This was going to be a hit. You opened your eyes, not remembering when you had closed them, and a bright smile appeared on your lips. "I like it."
"I can tell." A laugh escaped from Cha Cha Malone. This was really a dream come true. You had come to Seoul with the dream of breaking into the international music scene. Your love of music had started early, playing with garageband on your home computer as a kid, and now here you were. You had filled out an application and taken it to the AOMG building and given it to the secretary. You never thought that they would give you a call back, an interview, and now a job. "Is there anything you think it needs?"
You closed your eyes and let the feel of the music wash over you again. The clear aquatic themes to the song was making you sway again and then it hit you. "The base should be stronger. I already want to dance to it, but when the chorus hits its climax there needs to be a bit more."
Cha Cha turned back to the workstation, before changing one of the settings, gradually, the base began to fill your ears more. "That's it! That's it!" He turned the music so that it could start pounding throughout speakers in the room. The base hit you in the chest when it came on and even Cha Cha had to admit that this was a good change.
"First day and already making a good impression." You were beaming up at him, and just happy to be of use. One step at a time, you were fulfilling your purpose. "Y/N, do you want to do the honors." He popped out a CD from a disc slot. "I know a CD is old fashioned, but I thought you should take this to Jay."
He placed the CD into a case and handed it to you. Your cheeks began to hurt from smiling so much but you ignored the pain and left the studio room, beginning to jog down the hallway. "Take the elevator to the 5th floor." Cha Cha yelled behind you. Maybe you was a little overzealous.
You sprinted lightly down the hall, and pressed the button for the elevator. As you waited your foot began to tap along, remembering the beat in your head. The elevator opened and you rushed in, almost running some girl over, before pressing '5.' Now when you exited on the 5th floor, there was no hallway. The elevator opened up immediately into a great room. High ceilings, floor to ceiling glass windows, it was as if you stepped into a completely different building. You could hear each step echoing off of the lightly stained wood flooring. The floor wasn't super glossy, there was some grip to it, giving the large room character. You heard light music playing and began to walk into the space hoping to find Mr. Park as the source of the music.
You began to look around the room as you made your way through it. There were pool tables and luxurious couches all over the place, a well stocked bar in one corner, and a mini dance studio will a wall of mirrors in the other. What exactly was this space used for. You kept walking until you began to hear muffled voices. There was a door that had been closed but the music was clearly coming from there. You went up to the door, pressing your ear against it, and could hear two distinct voices at least. Hopefully Mr. Park was in there. You knocked loudly, quickly rapping your knuckles against the door three times. The voices suddenly became hurried and after about thirty second of waiting it opened. Your nostrils were instantly assaulted with the smell of marijuana.
Gray stood at the door, smiling. "May I help you." His eyes were low and reddened. You had only ever seen him in music videos and video from live events. He was even more handsome in person.
You laughed to yourself when it became clear to you that he was high. Maybe he needed help with his creative juices. "Is Mr. Park Here, I have something for him." You flashed the disc, letting the case reflect the light.
Gray slowly turned is head. "Oi, I think this one might be good. Cha Cha sent a pretty girl to deliver it."
If your skin could blush, it would have.
Jay Park himself came forward, With a lazy grin and the same low eyes. "Mr. Park, I was told to give this to you. We worked really hard on it and I think this is may be a winner."
"Just call me Jay, baby girl." His eyes went to the CD. You reached forward so that the CD at his fingertips. He took it from you and you smiled hard again. This was the AOMG founder in the flesh. You had been a big fan of him ever since his boyband days, but followed his story from boy band drop out to the king of korean R&B. The heavy black influence in his music, and his openness in admitting it, is what drew you to his sound. And now you had the honor of working for his company. "Thank you."
You straightened up, trying to seem confident in front of your boss and the other equally talented artist. You smiled again before turning to leave, trying this time not to jog so enthusiastically. However, you could feel their eyes on you.
This was not a new thing. Being one of so few black people in Korea, the stares weren't common. You didn't think it would happen at work tho. Maybe working with Cha Cha had made you forget. He was half and you were full, but he wouldn't, he couldn't make you feel like an other in this space. But still, walking around with Terra Cotta colored skin and big curly-kinky hair was bound to draw attention in the homogenous country. You heard the two men behind you switch over into Korean. You had only learned basic phrases in preparation for coming here. 'Help/Where's the bathroom.' and 'is this pork' were now integral parts of your Korean vocabulary. You didn't even try to listen as they spoke but one word made your ears perk up. "Sexy"
You had heard it loud and clear. The accent on it was thick, but still understandable. You turned around when you had reached the elevator. The two men were still standing at the open door, eyes still heavy. They both smiled and waved innocently. Maybe your ears had been playing tricks on you. Your Korean wasn't good enough to discern words that well anyways. Shaking your head, you brushed off the words. Cha Cha was waiting and you needed to get back quickly, you had spent too much time in there searching for your boss, Mr. Pa-Jay. But there as more music to be made.
