Music is their lives. And music will bring them together.
A simple minded girl finds herself entangled in the complicated world of show business. She must push through all the hardship to find friendship, love, and her own music.
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Ever since the day I passed by, every moment is seeping into you
NCT 127 - Boom ♪
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"Have you ever thought of performing?"
"W-what?" My heart froze.
"Well, after careful consideration, we have determined that your talents are just too many to only want to be a lyricist," he paused, "have you ever thought of doing more than that? With your voice and what you write you could easily put out an album. Not to mention your looks. I'm sure you would be very popular."
"What are you saying? You want me to debut? Just like that?"
"Well no. Of course if we change your contract you'll become a trainee, but it would be different as you're not just a rookie. I mean it's a great offer. You don't have to audition if that's what you're thinking. We have your resume and know what you're capable of already."
A million questions rushed through my brain at the same time. An incredibly overwhelming sensation overtook my body.
"Well what do you-"
"Let me think about it," I spurted out, "please."
He smirked again, still giving me chills at his expression, "of course. Here's the contract. I hope to see a signature when you return it."
I took the envelope from his hands and left the room. I bought an energy drink and sipped on it.
This is too much pressure. Why would he do this so suddenly?!
I ran to one of the empty practice rooms I had to encountered back when I first started working and threw myself on the floor.
Is this really happening?
I took out the long contract and started scanning it for loopholes, but couldn't find any at first sight.
It seems legit.
Suddenly the door opened and someone walked in. He had a hoodie on, and a mask covering his face, making it hard to recognize who it was.
"Seyeon? What are you doing here?"
"Mark?"
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"Are you okay? You seem stressed," he sat next to me.
I sighed. I had so many things running through my mind, that I didn't even know where to start.
"Is it that song you're writing for C&C?" He asked.
I had forgotten about that... honestly that was another thing to add to my worries.
If I say yes to this... do I keep working as a lyricist too? If I say yes to this, does it mean I won't see Mark anymore?
"No... but now that I think about it I might disappoint them... Sunny and everyone," I sighed, "I know that I don't know them personally, but I really wanted to work on their album... to be acknowledged by them. And now, that might not happen."
"Why? What changed?"
I looked at the envelope next to me and passed it to him. He opened it and looked over the pages. I couldn't tell by his expression what he was thinking, so I sat back and waited, not knowing what to expect.
"Wow so they really want you to do this?"
I nodded.
"Don't you want to?"
"It's not that... I just... I don't know if I'll do well. I don't wanna let anyone down..."
Mark took my hand in his, making my heart skip a beat.
"Do you love music Seyeon?"
I nodded.
"Do you love to sing?"
I nodded again.
He smiled, "then don't be afraid, and give yourself a chance to do what you love."
His doe eyes sparkled like a million little stars. I didn't know exactly what I was feeling at that moment, but it gave me strength to believe in myself.
He's right. Why should I be afraid?
I smiled back at him and looked at his hand, still on mine. He noticed and started pulling it back, "sorry..." he said. But, before he could completely let go I grabbed his, "thank you."
A light shade of pink covered his cheeks at my actions. I picked up the contract papers scattered around the floor, put them back into the orange envelope, quickly closed the cap of my energy drink, and left the room.
𖥸 Mark POV
She looked back and smiled before closing the heavy door behind her.
I looked down at my hand and felt the red on my cheeks come back. Without realizing it, a dumb little smile grew on my face.
Ding!
I looked at my phone, and I was quickly brought back to reality.
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Stop ignoring me Mark Come over right now We need to talk
𖥸 Seyeon POV
I ran out of the practice room and made my way to Mr. Kim's office. Maybe I was rushing into it, maybe I should've thought about it a little more, but for some reason I felt like I didn't need any more convincing.
It felt right. It felt like this was what I was waiting for, and didn't even know.
Still running, I cut a corner too fast, crashing into someone.
"Ow- I'm sorry! I didn't see you... are you okay?"
"Yeah, are you okay?" I looked up at the concerned voice and found myself face-to-face with Doyoung.
I looked down at his shirt and saw a huge red stain on the white material. I gasped loudly, looked at my hand, and realized my drink has spilled all over him.
"Oh my god, I'm so so sorry! I-I thought I closed the lid- I didn't mean to- I'm sorry! W-what can I do?" I kept apologizing, not knowing what else to do, until he put a hand on my shoulder, smiling at me sweetly.
"It's fine. Really."
Oh my god, he's being so nice... great, now I've made an awful first impression! I'm such an idiot!!
In a matter of seconds he disappeared. I was left mortified at my stupidity. I threw the almost-empty Powerade bottle, took a big breath, and knocked on Mr. Kim's door.
