BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Yoongi: 15 June Year 22

After Returning from the Sea
Part 6.1

I woke up after hearing a knock on the door. I waited a while. When I didn't hear anything I brushed it off, thinking it must've been in my dream.

"What time is it?"

I tried to check my phone but the battery was dead. Again.

My shoulders tensed and my head pounded as I got up. The piece of been working on was stuck in my head. I'd stayed up until the early morning working on it. I'd been staying up late for a few days now mulling over the piece. I still couldn't find the right notes to produce what I had trapped in my mind.

The piece played over so many times in my mind probably developed a mental block. Probably why I couldn't come up with anything else.

In my dream I'd been wandering around in the street. Someone had been whistling. I'd heard it and tried to find out who'd been doing it.

I reached a small complex. A little garden up front. The key from my mother's piano lay in the thicket of bushes. It was covered in soil and leaves.

Before I could touch the key everything disappeared. I was in the middle of a workroom. I saw myself sitting at a piano with Jungkook. I was laughing at something he said. I couldn't remember when this had happened. It was a memory for sure. A very vivid one like so many others.

Darkness swept over me. I was walking down a street. I was on my way back from the beach. I was talking to Hoseok about work. I put my hands in my pockets. The piano key was there.

The dream continued to switch between memories like this. It was a mess of memories stringed together.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard a knock at my door. I'd decided to work on music again after waking up. There was no way I could fall asleep again.

Who on earth could be up at this hour?

I opened the door. No one was there. Strange. I decided to drink a glass of water and lie down on the couch. The past few weeks had been insane. Working with a partner on new music was no easy feat. It was hard to concentrate. It was a new experience.

She was straightforward and outspoken to say the least. She came and went as she pleased. When she evaluated my work she gave me her honest opinion. No sugarcoating was needed.

She hated smoking. She gave me a lollipop and took my lighter away whenever I had it with me in the workroom. She constantly reminded me to sleep and eat. I never fought her. Her work was impressive. Her evaluations of my work were just as accurate.

She encouraged me in a way. I began to dedicate myself to my work in the workroom. I became addicted to my work. Time went by very quickly. I lost sense of time while working. I didn't answer calls or check messages. I was on edge. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

I silenced all notifications. Would I have been just as talented as her if I'd been dedicated to my music studies? That thought kept me from falling behind her.

"This is really nice." She'd listened to one of my unfinished pieces yesterday evening. I'd upgraded a previous version of something I'd worked on.

She got out her guitar and started to play around with the melody. I played the piano along with her.

We worked like that for a while.

"Don't forget we're performing at the hospital tomorrow," she'd reminded me as we finished to for the day.

I looked at her blankly for a while until I remembered. She gave free concerts at hospitals and schools for charity. I didn't respond.

"I'll call you tomorrow morning. Make sure you answer your phone, Yoongi."

With that said she left. I was alone with the piano again. I played the piece again. Something was still missing. I'd tried so hard. I almost had something yesterday.

The stress was getting to me again. I left the piano for a moment. Maybe I was just thinking it over too much. I should just brush up the piece and stop waiting for that part id never been able to grasp.

I looked out the window. The sun was already beginning to rise.

My phone vibrated. It was on again. She hadn't called yet. Just as I lay down on the sofa it rang. It was Jimin.

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Yoongi's note has
been split into two parts:
6.1 and 6.1 due to
being quite a long chapter.

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