The sequel to JerseyBlinkTheorist's "Worlds Collide"
Y/N and Rosie have been officially dating for over a year now and Eternal Entertainment has signed 2 groups formed by trainees from UMGA's program. With Y/N producing albums for himself, Greg (who...
I couldn't go into work for a week, spending most of my time in a drunken stupor. Subin covered for me, telling people I was sick and Greg corroborated the story but the press still somehow got a hold of it and then the story was out, Rosie and I were broken up. Even the gossip magazines in the states were writing about it.
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I walk into the recording booth, still hungover. I've been spending time in here a lot lately since coming back to work, trying to write my feelings but the lyrics keep becoming a jumbled mess of me screaming into the microphone or being incoherent drunken slurring so I keep scrapping the tracks. Today I think is the day though.
I got a call at 3am this morning from Rosie. The only reason I answered was because I was, you guessed it, drunk.
"Y/N, baby, I'm so sorry," Rosie pled to me over the phone.
"Oooooh you're sorry?" I slurred our sarcastically, "Well that changes everything! You decided to whore yourself out to the trainee BUT you're sorry so all is magically for-fucking-given. Is that what I'm suppose to say now?"
"Are you drunk? You being so cruel. This isn't like you."
"Well I guess we're all seeing new things in each other. You're seeing I'm cruel, I'm seeing your a whore, and we both got to see Khan's six pack." Rosie sobs could be heard through the phone as I hung up on her.
I was definitely way meaner to her than I should've and I still feel terrible about it, but I can't buckle and apologize to her when I won't accept her apology to me. I can't stand to talk to her. That awful interaction did give me an idea for a song though, so I enter the recording booth and the instrumental track plays in my headphones as I start to sing, "Call me at 3 am tellin me I could be the one ohhh yeah..." I go through the whole song, which I've decided to title Call Me at 3 am, and exit the booth. I sit down in the producer's chair and replay it through the studio speakers.
As the song finishes, I hear a knock on the door and Subin pokes his head in, "Sir, Park Jihyo is here to record with you." I look at the clock, she's right on time.
"Great, send her in," I say and stand up as Jihyo walks into the studio. I stumble slightly before I smile and give her a hug. "How are you doing Jihyo?"
"I'm well," she says, "I'm sorry to hear about you and Rosie." She pouts.
"Not your fault, you had nothing to do with it," I say sitting back down into the producer's chair. I rub my head as my hangover headache starts to get to me.
"No, but you're my friend. I don't want bad things to happen to you."
I smile, "Thanks Jihyo. You want to review the song before we start?"
