Hello Stranger (ChanChang)

Chan

Chan just wanted to go home. He couldn't deal with anymore of these selfish clients.

How they kept nagging him about the sound. How they didn't like the beat to it. How it wasn't to their taste or style.

He rubs his hand on his face and lets out a sigh. He just wanted to go home.

"Honestly, the song could use a bit more bass." Chan looks up at the client.

"Bass? The song already has enough bass in it."

The male shakes his head.

"No, add more bass. This is my song and I want more of it."

Chan discreetly rolls his eyes and adds the sound into the song.

He played from the beginning and it was terrible. Just full of bass. You couldn't hear the other instruments, they were practically nonexistent.

He can see the man nod his head to the beat. As if it was good. Well Chan guesses to him it did.

The song finished, much to Chan's pleasure. The man pats Chan's shoulder.

"Great song. I love it." He says.

Chan fakes a smile. It wasn't a great song but he couldn't say that.

"Tomorrow we start recording." Chan says saving the file and packing up.

The man nods and says goodbye.

Chan lets out a groan. Finally, he can go home and rest.

He was tired to make dinner so he decided to order in.

He locks up his studio and makes his way down to the lobby.

He bids farewell to the receptionist and leaves the company building.

Bang Chan. 20 years old. He worked for JYPE. And he loved his job. Making music has always been a passion for him.

He loved creating music for himself and for others. But he hated when his clients tells him that the sample track he makes for them sounds terrible and they just say nonsense and think that's how the music will sound better.

Chan rolls his eyes at the memories. Screw them. He thinks. He knew what good music was supposed to sound like.

Chan walks home. It was a short walk. Maybe 15 minutes. But it seemed like forever when Chan has a rough day at the office.

He always calmed himself down by looking around. He loved the buildings that surrounded him. The restaurants and stores.

The people. He always wonders where they're going. What they do for a living.

Chan stops at a crosswalk. He wanted to pick up a few drinks before heading home.

While waiting Chan saw the most beautiful, handsome person ever.

The male was probably 2 years younger then him. Judging by the school uniform he wore. A senior, Chan thought.

He seemed a few inches shorter then Chan. Skin tone a bit darker from Chan's pale one. Raven colored hair that wasn't too short nor long. Brown eyes that shined from the sunsetting.

He was with another boy. Same uniform. Probably a year younger. Chubby cheeks that suited him well dark brown hair that was the same length as the other. Eyes also brown that held such a shine.

Chan has to admit that they were both good looking. But the boy with raven hair caught his interest. He just seemed to linger onto Chan's mind.

The light turns green and Chan started to cross the street. Along the way, both high school boys were passing by him.

Chan couldn't help but take another glimpse at the boy. In the process, the small boy looked over at Chan and gave me a small kind smile.

A smile that you would usually give to a stranger when you make eye contact.

Chan returned the smile and looked straight up ahead and towards his destination.

But the whole time he kept thinking back to the raven haired boy. His kind shiny eyes. His cute small smile.

He just seemed to linger in the back of Chan's mind.

He needed to see more of the boy. Wanted to get to know him more.