#Emotional Acoustic Piano

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📺🎶 Kaleidoscope Visuals with Emotional Acoustic Piano

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

Surprise Song o’ Clock: Toronto Night 5

Dress: Purple Sparkly

Guitar:

Sparks Fly x Message In A Bottle

“You could be the one, message in a bottle is all I can do - so run my fingers through your hair watch the lights go out captivated by you baby like a fireworks show so - you could be the one that I love — so drop everything now.”

Piano:

You’re Losing Me x How Did It End?

“I must know "how did it end?" — how long could we be a sad song? Till we were too far gone to bring back to life, I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy. And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. Fighting in only your army! Front lines don’t you ignore me “I’m the best thing at this party” your losing me!-how did it end?-I wouldn’t marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her—Say it once again with feeling, how the death rattle breathing silence as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me bereft and reeling, my beloved ghost and me sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g-How did it end? Say something babe risk something! It’s happening again! Do something babe I got nothing… to believe-You’re losing me! Come one, come all… it’s happening again! The empathetic hunger descends-you’re losing me-How did it end? Stop! your losing me, it ends, your losing me, stop! your losing me… my heart won’t start anymore, uhoh oh oh…”

[prettyinpunk]

Girls will hear a piano while listening to muse(<-band known to use piano) and start crying. It’s me I’m girls.

[daz4i]

they put smth in dazai's character song. like some drug that makes you sad. i know it.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

January 31, 2025: Linzy's music career is so extensive and her compositions so prolific that those compositions are like tree rings for us. 

We know the year, the place in her personal narrative, the conditions under which a specific song was written. Not every one. But definitely her hits across the years.

That insight is definitely more obvious to us anytime she deep dives into her catalogue, anytime she pulls one out of the vault as she did last night at the Rabbit Box Theater, Pike Place Market, performing with Amanda Winterhalter and Sean Kelly with everyone letting loose their songwriting prowess on stage to fans of all three who filled this wonderful venue.

There's definitely an overlap between all three songwriters and, because of age and life experience, the differences in each one's approach to the same human story is profound. Sean Kelly zeroes in on the transition from teen to young adulthood. Amanda Winterhalter is inspired by a literary tradition, who's style definitely evokes Americana or "gothic" Americana or Melancholy Americana as suggested by an audience member. And then there’s Linzy, filling in the narrative and emotional space inbetween.

All in all, the evening represented a breathtaking spectrum of experience and insight from down at the dark end of the pool of human experience.

We’ve been to the Rabbit Box before for an incredible Midnight High show. This is, hands down, a city treasure, this venue. What we didn’t realize... is that this evening would take us by surprise as no other Linzy performance has in recent memory. Don’t get me wrong, we’re incredibly energized by all her shows. Blown away by her performances as a member of The Little Lies. When she's on stage with Midnight High. When she's presenting pop/rock covers from the sixties to this decade at restaurants and lounges and wineries as Linzy Collins on acoustic guitar. Even the rare occasion her brand and band, Dream Patrol, makes a public appearance with its wild mix of techno, pop, club, and sound design.

Last night, though, Linzy took us back to the time before these professional pursuits, these different revenue streams (as managers call them). Back to a time when she was writing... but not performing at the level of or with the performing schedule she currently wields.

These were songs from a particular slice of her narrative. From her Cornish College of the Arts years to just before she joined The Little Lies.

These songs are all acoustic pieces. If I remember correctly, as many on guitar as on piano, both kinds of which she presented last night. The Rabbit Box Theatre actually had an upright piano on stage with which she accompanied herself.

It really was a trip down memory lane. Mostly a lovely one because even those songs born of heartbreak or betrayal no longer bear the terrible pain of that heartbreak or betrayal. They are experiences observed from extended time and emotional distance. And the compositions that persist in the aftermath of those experiences, well, in some ways it’s as if they’re safely displayed behind glass.

As far as music sets go, this one was one of her strongest. You see, some of these songs, the ones she performed on piano, were meant for a musical she intended to compose while in college. What happened instead is that she wrote a lot of the music without ever getting around to the story. So there are all these orphaned songs that, because they were meant for a stage with cast and sets and orchestra, are more epic in scale. These are songs written on a huge canvas. And the music, and the lyrics, reflect this higher plane of existence. I don’t know how else to put it.

Somehow, these songs are more. They imply a larger universe at work.

And it’s been a long, long time since we heard them.

What’s very sweet about this evening is that Linzy took my suggestion to perform one of the most heartbreaking songs she’s ever written. It’s a song about standing by someone in the midst of depression. And what’s fascinating about the song is that it was a classroom exercise. An exercise, assigned by the teacher, to write a song without choruses. Verses only.

And so she wrote the song, at the time titled “For You”.

Was it drawn from her own life or someone she knew at the time?

No.

She simply composed it, performed it for her teacher, and moved on with her life.

Over the years, though, I continued to listen to it because it’s just so incredibly deep and moving. And so with a songwriter’s show coming up, I asked Linzy if she’d consider it.

And she said yes.

Oof. BIG mistake.

Wait. Why?

Because even though the song isn’t about a single experience... it attaches readily to every experience with depression whether that experience is personal or through close relationship. And, on any given day, someone we know will come to mind when a song like this shines a spotlight. 

For Linzy, this happened on stage at The Rabbit Box in front of an audience.

She was shaken by the song she was singing as she was singing it. The tears flowed of their own accord.

I didn’t catch it right away. I realized she dropped a line at the end of the first verse. It was only during the second verse that I and everyone else realized she was struggling right there on stage... which captured the song in a way it could not otherwise be presented. 

I’ve only heard one other performance like this. A long time ago I saw Mandy Patinkin perform “I Dreamed a Dream”. It’s a song that's incredibly heartbreaking and normally invested with a vocal power that carries an audience along with it as it scales emotional heights. Patinkin’s performance goes the other way. He lets the brokenness written into the music inform a fragile emotion that sustains... just barely.

His interpretation doesn’t carry you. His interpretation draws you in. 

It definitely drew me in.

And I think this is the experience of Linzy’s performance on stage last night. The power she invests here doesn't come from emotional heights. It doesn't come from crescendo or full-throated expression.  It comes from sustaining… just barely. It comes from teetering along an emotional edge. It comes from the awfulness of human moments in which we’re either captured or someone we love is captured by depression and we don't know.

We don't know...

What's gonna happen because this is a hostage taking without ransom and there’s little we can do about it.

When Linzy wrote this song back in college, she titled it “For You”. From this performance moving forward, she calls it

“There's A War”

There's a war that I can't fight for you There's a storm comin' pretty soon And I can't make you stand your ground But I'll be there to hold you when you're down There's a war that I can't fight for you

There's a song that I can't sing for you There's a melody but I can't hold the tune And I'll try my best 'cause I can't say no But darlin' you gotta let it go There's a song that I can't sing for you

There's a home that I can't be for you There's a road that I can't find my way to And I can't really change your mind But if you've gotta grieve we'll give it time There's a home that I can't be for you

There's a heart that I can't know for you There's an ocean well that you have fallen into But I'll pull you out of the dark and deep And I'll try to give you what you need There's a heart that I can't know And a home that I can't be There's a song that I can't sing There's a war That I can't fight

[carolineeviemusic]

Caroline Evie at the Bluebird Cafe

[sachaabadeer11]

A Thousand Years 🎹🎼🎶

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[ajortga]

love at first glance

pairing: tara carpenter x bass guitarist!fem reader

word count: 5.5k+

summary: in which tara admires your bass skills, then admires you even more.

author's note: please bear with me, i don't know what i'm doing but i'm just hoping these scrambled words just go well. tv girl mentioned!

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based off request!

tara carpenter x masc! fem reader and reader is in a band, maybe like lead guitarist or bass? but like tara goes to a concert with all of the core 4 (+anika cuz i miss her) and like is mesmerized by reader. maybe they make eye contact during a song or sum? they leave the concert and tara is still thinking about reader and reader is still thinking about tara. cut to like later maybe at a party or a bar and they bump into each other and chop it up, but reader is like awkward-ish?

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You’ve always had a love for anything that was related to music. Your parents made you take singing lessons ever since you were little. 

At first, you hated it. Singing Mary Had a Little Lamb in different keys was not entertaining. But as you grew older and probably didn’t need to sing that song every practice, you began to use your house’s grand piano that was left untouched for years. And then, being able to sing and knowing your keys inside and out wasn’t so bad after all. 

You spent countless times in the living room, the echo of your voice lingering against your house as you learned your favorite songs.

You wrote songs and composed as you experimented with your voice and the keys. It was almost never surprising when your parents caught you up late at night under your pillow, pencil scratching notes across lined pieces of paper. In every single talent show, audition, or musical, your name would be signed. Everyone in your family knew that one day, you’d grow to be a musician. 

People would even begin to see you whenever they were at warehouses and you’d be playing a piano. At every gathering, your relatives would ask, “Where is that little Y/N?” And your parents would look at each other with a knowing glance, both saying confidently, “Probably in the living room with that damn piano.”

You loved listening to music, making music, playing music, feeling your emotions in music, god, every time you’d go out, your earphones would be in your pockets.

So when you were gifted an acoustic guitar for your 12th birthday, to say the least, you were fucking thrilled. Instead of playing the piano 7 days a week, you’d play guitar for half those days. Gosh, was it hard learning a string instrument after playing piano for half your life? Maybe. But you loved it. 

You’d practice and practice, gradually getting better, then you’d play the electric and bass. And was the bass guitar a hell of a sound, you loved it. 

Then, the best thing ever happened to you. You had grouped up with your friends and quickly became a band with all your talents combined. Slowly but surely, did you begin to realize how far you had gone. Because in a blink of an eye, you were at concerts, fingers pressing down on your strings as it electrified through stadiums and arenas while people cheered. 

Cheered for you. That’s something you’ll never regret in your entire life.

-

You turn your bass’s machine head, plucking each string as you tune them before your concert. Nights like this never get old, you’d always be left with the adrenaline from every concert, like your body was refreshed when you slept under your hotel room’s covers.

As your hair and makeup stylist’s makeup brush dabs across your cheeks, you trace the outline of your bass guitar and look at yourself in the mirror. Layered hair, a black tank top over your toned arms, hidden beneath a red leather jacket. Your favorite part would probably be your nails painted red to compliment your hands. You had to keep them short though.

What would this night bring you? Everytime you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the faint echo of your bass vibrating through, lights swaying into the crowd, a smile forming on your face.

Every night had something different, there were different people, a different crowd, it makes you feel different every time. Yet you still feel the thrill and pride swell against your chest.

Junia, one of your closest friends that plays the drums, pops her head in. “You look hot,” she grins, “Jess said she’d come to pick us up at 40. You’re going to kill it, Bass.”

Bass. What an original nickname, you lean your chin into your palm as you raise your eyebrows, “You know it, June.” 

7:45.

-

Tara looks at herself in the mirror, Mindy and Chad screaming at each other while playing Jenga in the background. She pushes a stubborn strand of hair away from her eyelashes while she curls them. 

“CHEATER!-” Mindy yells, making the brunette flinch and breathe in frustration. She was not going to get her eyelashes pulled out.

After Tara was done with a cropped graphic tee, a jean skirt, and a cute little white bow in her hair, she walked through the hallway and into the living room, still adjusting her gold hoops.

There, Anika and her sister seemed the sanest out of them all. On the other hand, the twins were fighting over the remote. 

“Babies,” Sam mutters, pushing her dark brown hair back.

Anika pulls the remote out of both of their hands easily while Chad mutters ‘what the fuck’ under his breath. 

It was like being in a daycare. Tara ate a cookie while watching Anika throw the remote onto the sofa, wearing a lace tank top with jeans, “Mindss, why don’t we just leave the remote and find something else. Your hair is getting all poofy.” 

“And a little dingussy,” Chad adds.

Mindy smacks him, “Don’t ever use ‘dingussy’ to describe something. It sounds sexual.”

Before they could say furthermore, Tara jumps in, mentally begging them to shut up for a moment, “You have the keys, Sam?”

Sam pulls them out of the pocket in her jeans. 

Tara gives a small nod, looking a little over Sam, “Anika, tickets?”

“Yep, 5 of them,” she says, pulling out each ticket one by one with one hand and smoothing out Mindy’s hair with the other. When it was 5:30PM, they were all off, crawling into Sam’s car. Tara immediately sat in the passenger seat. 

I’m not sacrificing my hair by sitting in the middle seat, she thinks as she looks back at Anika, who was basically separating the two twins that were probably yelling in her ear at this point.

“You guys will love them. Jess has always been one of the most talented people I know in music. I have no doubt her band will be the best on stage.”

When Anika had first mentioned when she won a giveaway for a concert. It was for a barricade, but it was stated that they were allowed to be in the front row, the tickets she won had granted her that. Tara wasn’t very interested. Music just wasn’t something she always listened to on a daily basis. But there were 5, and no way would she miss out. 

So she listened to a song, played it on Spotify while walking to class. 

The scene shifts to a local coffee shop in Woodsboro.

“Let me tell you, the bass was fucking amazing! Brilliant!” Tara yaps excitedly to the four people in front of her. She loved how well the drums, electric, lyrics, and bass sounded. The bass blessed her ears. She had immediately added it to her favorites. 

“Bass, huh?” Anika smiles while drinking her coffee. “I think that’s one of the leads, Y/N. Jess always talks about how good she sounds, she usually comes up with all the riffs and lines.”

Y/N. It was unique, Tara made a note to remember it. Yet, she forgot about that conversation no less than 2 days after.

-

They all stepped out once they could see people lining up and buying the light up sticks that were controlled throughout the concert. Tara found it cool that the sticks had stars on them, in fact, the lights were one of the parts that made a concert a concert. 

Mindy was yelling happily and doing a little dance once their tickets got scanned and they all ran to the front row. 

Anika gave a cocky grin, “Maybe they’ll notice us because we’re in the front!”

It was thirty minutes until the background music came to a stop and the lights slowly started to dim. People were screaming, Tara’s heart was pounding against her chest. It was dead silent, whispers and occasional excited screams echoed.

“Oh my god, it’s happening,” Mindy whispers loudly, holding onto Anika as they look at the curtains.

They wait a moment, then two, and by the third one, drums begin to echo. ‘Tsst’ being echoed, before it follows with a loud 16th beat of drums. Then, the curtains open as Tara’s eyes widen.

Are you sick of me?

Would you like to be?

I'm trying to tell you something,

Something that I already said

The drums softly fill Tara’s ears, as she watches them play, she finally notices you. Perfect layered hair, messy in all the right ways. The bass girl. Something about the way the warmth of the light danced across your face in all the right ways captivated her. The way your deep red leather jacket hung over your shoulder, exposing your defined collar bones and toned arms while you pressed on strings.

Oh god, it felt as if a new story line with different love interests began to change for Tara. She could see the veins against your slim hands as they traveled across your guitar with ease. You mouthed the lyrics, enjoying yourself as you close your eyes and sway softly to the beat. 

You like a pretty boy,

With a pretty voice

Who is trying to sell you something,

Something that you already have

The drums left Tara’s thoughts, now hearing you and the way that your bass adds on to the magic of it all. You’re just standing there, your bangs swiping across your features as you tuck it to your sides, smiling to yourself as you scan the crowd for a moment then look back down to your strings.

Maybe it was the way you looked like you were the right person for this part–to be on stage like you were meant for it. Or maybe it was the way your gaze flickered to the front row and landed on Tara’s wide ones. She could see the way you tilted your head and gave her a curious, wondering look, before giving her a small smile. 

Oh my god, your smile was so cute. If she could describe it, it’s like the kind of smile that made her all giggly and was so contagious that she felt herself slowly smile.

The lights shine over your face, making everything about you glow. You pluck at the strings as you mouth the chorus to Tara. Her eyes searched all over your face. You don’t break eye contact with her.

But if you're too drunk to drive,

And the music is right

She might let you stay,

But just for the night

“And if she grabs for your hand, and drags you along,” Tara mouths back in time with the song.

One of your eyebrows raise as the light shines onto you once again, god, she can almost hear your soft, breathy voice teasingly singing, “She might want a kiss before the end of this song..”

Anika screams, jumping up and down and hyping everyone up, waving her heart stick in beat with the song. 

Because love can burn like a cigarette…

-

By the end of the concert, Tara was love struck. Very very love struck. It was late when her and the four of her friends walked out, the stars shining just a little brighter. She couldn’t get you out of her head. She might have grown gray hairs. How could you be more than any other celebrity crush?

She prayed to the universe that it would align you both together. Just like each star was in the night sky.

It’s bad, Loving Machine is playing and she can only think about you strumming your guitar.

Here she comes walking down the street,

Maddie Klein and her fabulous loving machine-

“Earth to Tara, hello?” Anika pauses the music, waving her hand into the girl’s face. It was almost like a record scratch moment as Tara blinked and looked around. “Oh, sorry, what?”

“Did you like the concert?” She asks, holding onto her star light up as the red light makes the glitter under her eyes sparkle. Anika was now in the middle, the car a little quieter since Chad was now in the passenger seat.

“Oh yeah, I loved it.” Tara answers, half of her attention slipping away. She starts to see you from a camera, lighting cast against your tan skin, a TV effect on you, making your movements jerky. 

The rest of the people are fading away, their voices, so loud and eager. Blah blah blah blah… Y/N.. Bassist. Love of her life.

Dreamy sigh.

Blah.. Blah.. “Yeah the bassist was hot.” Mindy’s voice suddenly being processed.

“What?” Tara immediately turns away from the window and looks at Mindy on the opposite side. Oh god, now she was going to have to fight for you? "No! Go find someone else to admire!” She grumbles, before immediately looking away.

The whole car shakes as they all laugh, playfully hitting Tara. “See? She was literally summoned, baby!” Anika giggles, talking to Mindy. “She wasn’t giving any shits when we were talking, and as soon as we talked about Senorita Y/N, she was like poof!”

Sam looks from the rearview mirror, an eyebrow raised, “Already? One concert that lasted two hours and she’s already wrapped you around her little finger?”

Little fingers, those veiny hands that played so smoothly across the-

Chad turns around excitedly, like a child peeking at surprise presents, “She was literally captivated the whole damn concert! You should’ve seen her, a love sick puppy!”

Her sister cackles, the car moving as she keeps snorting, “Gotta admit though, she’s fine wine.”

“Sam!” Tara rubs her cheeks, she seriously hoped she wasn’t going to have to battle till death for you.

“Chill!” Sam coaxes, putting one hand up in the air, “I would totally go for her if you weren’t interested. Didn’t think you had a thing for ‘Sam accepted’ girls.”

The freckled cheek girl couldn’t help but sigh, the thought of you still lingering in her mind. Like a twinkling little Melody who’s lyrics couldn’t get out of her mind, even when she slept.

-

It had been a week. Tara says that she doesn’t think of you too often, but every single time she hears your band’s song, you end up in her mind for the whole day. Every time she steps into a coffee shop, she wonders if you’d be the person to give a free concert. 

She wonders if you’re as sweet as your name sounds. She wonders if you’d hold doors for others or walk old ladies down the street. She wonders if your hand would fit hers. She wonders if you had even thought of her after the curtains closed.

She wonders if you smell good, if you’d smell like a musky, sweet, fruity vanilla-y scent with leather undertones. She sure hoped so.

To say the least, you’ve thought about the brunette just as much. You were having fun, strumming your guitar and feeling the beat radiate off your skin. Until you lay eyes on her. She had wide, brown doe eyes that made your knees buckle. 

She was heaven-sent. You could even make out her tan freckled cheeks. And you were almost in denial when she was looking at you. It was always who was singing that people looked at, heck, you did too. But you were looking at her. And she was looking at you.

Plenty of people might have looked at you, but she was different. Like she was mesmerized by how you played. Like she was a moth to your flame. 

In fact, you don’t know if anyone has ever looked at you with that much admiration.

The girl was so beautifully written, you wished you knew who she was. Instead, she was one out of 8 billion people out there, in a blink of an eye, a close of a curtain, she was off.

-

Tara looked at herself in the mirror, standing there like.. She didn’t even know, her serious eyes trailing down to what she was wearing, before turning to Anika slowly.

“Anika, I look like a hot dog.” She cries, looking at the way the costume swallowed her whole in the fitting room.

“That’s because you’re wearing a hot dog costume, Tar. But you look like a steaming hot hot dog!” Anika shakes her head, her head only visible since she was basically a whole mustard bottle. 

Mindy waddles through the living room, a red ketchup bottle, a red dangling earring complimenting her poofy hair. “Has anyone seen my earring? I can’t find it! It was in my purse and I thought if it looked good, I’d totally buy this.”

Chad walks in the girl’s fitting room, slightly peeking as Sam walks out of her dressing room, a serious expression on their face, a cookie and milk costume. 

Tara wants to laugh, but no way in hell was she going to wear this at a costume party, at least not at a serious one.

-

After actually taking it seriously, Tara decides on a pirate outfit, tying up her bandana. 

She can almost hear the music blasting from her apartment, which is filled with laughter and chatting from her ‘family.’

Her eyes skim over her board, looking for her calendar that was usually meant for school, roaming around the small photos of you and a heart drawn over your face. She traces over it, before getting ready to leave, not even looking at the calendar. 

Maybe the calendar was just an excuse.

After 5 songs and a half of your band’s music, the core five, including sweet Anika, open the door. A heavy scent of booze fills their senses, sweat, and a mix of perfumes all lingered. Not to mention, it was stuffy.

“Ugh, do they ever think about AC?” Sam grumbles, clearly not a party person as she gets whacked across the face from a toilet plumber that belonged to a person who was wearing a damn toilet costume. Mindy cackled, before tripping and almost crashing into them, luckily her girlfriend tugged her back.

They pushed against cowboy hats and random inflatable dinosaurs, across the dance floor, and to the drinks station.

Tara did not leave empty handed, her mouth gulping down the bubbly bitterness of alcohol. 

She was buzzed, a few drinks here and she was flushed and giggling, so she made sure to think about her intake. As she parted from the other four to find a trash can, scanning the groups of people. Sometimes she found people she knew at school, cute boys, just people she’s seen.

Tara took a different route back to her friends, the music growing louder in her ears when she got near the dance floor, slivering through bodies. It was almost inevitable that her nose would scrunch, too strong of a perfume, or just sweat.. It made her nauseous. 

Where was she going? She didn’t know, she stood on her tippy toes, her ruffled blouse crinkling as she searched for her friends.

Her face smacked right into someone, her hand automatically being placed on their chest. She opened her mouth, about to apologize and prepare for a scolding until her nose twitched. A fruity and sweet vanilla-y smell, and a light leathery contrast.. No?..

“Shoot,” you look down, your drink almost spilling on yourself as you look at the shorter person as you smooth out their hair. Did you ruin it? “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Tara looks at her outfit, perfectly fine, no stains. Hearing your soft, breathy voice, it was unrecognizable to her at first.

“No, it’s totally fine, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Tara says, immediately looking up and seeing your big curious eyes.

Oh my god.

Your eyes search hers, like you’re scanning her. Like you feel you’ve seen her before. No, you know you have. But where? The trace of her nose, doe eyes, oh! Tara almost puts a hand over her mouth because she can almost see the swirling sense of recognition in your eyes.

You opened your mouth to say something, maybe to ask about the concert, but you closed it. You don’t even know if she noticed you, maybe she was spacing out and was not acknowledging you during your concert a few weeks ago.

When it came to people, especially ones you crushed on, you were all stuttering words and pink cheeks.

The shorter girl sees the way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and she registers what you’re wearing as her eyes trail down. And fuck, you looked angellic. Seriously.

A halo over your head and wings enveloping your sides. A black corset and ruffled skirt that showed a little of your legs, which were covered with tights. God, she thinks she can see the muscles as you cross one leg over the other.

It immediately makes you think she’s judging you. This costume was not your cup of tea, but your friends invited you to match with them, all angels in different colors.

The little pirate instead gives you a genuine look, “I like your costume,” she says, focusing a little too much on your toned arms and slightly flushed cheeks.

“I um.. Thank you..?” You bite your tongue, not knowing her name. In what chance do you get to meet the girl that made you think soulmates were real once again? At least a 1 in 300 chance. 

“Tara,” she answers for you, pretending she didn’t already have your name embedded in the back of her head. 

“I’m Y/N,” you bite a smile, she probably didn’t recognize you. You take a small sip from your drink, nose scrunching at the taste.

“You’re good at the bass,” she says nonchalantly, and you almost choke on your drink. 

You didn’t think she’d recognize you, but now knowing that, you tilt your head. “Thank you. It comes from years of practice. What did you think?” You were genuinely curious.

“I think you’re just so good at the bass..” She mumbles, again, trailing off, before clearing her throat. “I mean, the bass always makes the songs so much better! You know? It’s like realizing how amazing something really is when you notice it-”

“I appreciate it,” you say, now aware of your surroundings because instead of where you two just bumped into each other, you were sitting at a table. You turn your head, looking at where you were, probably near the back. 

Tara took the opportunity to notice your damn jawline, so perfect and sleek and defined-

“I like your freckles,” you admit, voice breathy. You turn back to look at her while batting your eyelashes, Tara’s eyes trained on how your hands.. Veiny hands lifted the cup to your lips.

The compliment almost catches her off guard, because with all the compliments she might get, freckles were usually not on the list. It used to make her insecure, but the way you said it and looked said otherwise. The alcohol was definitely taking a toll on you, because you were staring at her with no shame whatsoever.

Wide, searching eyes, it looked as if you were trying to memorize every detail. 

The flutters in Tara’s stomach would’ve lasted longer. Except her eyes teared away from yours as she could see a very familiar ketchup and mustard costume and two other people behind them.

“Oh my god!” She groans quietly, covering her face as she scoots deeper into the booth.

She completely forgot that she slithered away from them, getting side tracked.

The brunette could die from embarrassment. You on the other hand.. Just prettily sitting there with a curious look on your face, the small warmth of the lamp casting a glow onto your face.

You bite your lip, trying to fight back a small giggle as you peek at the costumes that you can almost kind of guess who they are to Tara.

-

“SHE’S LOOKING THIS WAY!” Mindy hollers, tugging the mustard bottle next to her as Chad scribbles something on a piece of paper.

“Tara’s literally hiding from us.”

“Hold it up!”

-

They’re screaming at each other. You can’t hear it from all the music and party chatter, but you can definitely figure it out from their expressions. For a moment, they turn away from you, so you can’t see them.

You slip on a leather jacket that was in your bag.

A hiding Tara is in the corner of the booth, you raise your eyebrows at her.

It doesn’t take long before the four people across the room slowly turn to you in synchronization. 

“Um, I don’t-” You start, feeling a little awkward.

They hold up a paper, and you can’t even see what the words are saying. It’s at least the size of a penny. And from here, you can’t even make out the words.

-

“Dingus,” Mindy shouts to her twin, noticing the confused expression on your face as you try to understand what the paper is saying. She finally turns the paper around after holding it up. “It’s too small, that’s why!”

-

One of the four holds up a finger, signaling you to give them a moment as they adjust, before turning around.

‘Give her your numbar’ The sign says, you still don’t get it. Oh, number. You grab a tissue from the booth, and take out a sharpie from your pocket. Sharpies were always needed whenever you went out. To write down something on your hand, to sign autographs..

You slip the paper to Tara, giving her a small smile. She was definitely embarrassed. She didn’t even notice you slipping it to her, because after 5 seconds of you sliding it to her again, she still was clueless! The girl, instead, turned around to look out, immediately still seeing her stupid friends.

You sigh, putting the paper into your pocket. You feel a little bad for her.

Party lights fill the empty crevices of the room while you scoot out of the booth and stand up, pretending you didn’t notice the four people who were staring into the back of your skull.

“I think my friends are playing some Uno, you wanna come?” You offer, guiding her out of the booth as you look down at her.

“Sure.”

-

As the game went on, the last two players in the center still battling it out, Tara could see you were all fuzzy and flushed. 

You were definitely drunk. Too drunk to drive.

Your knees were nudged against hers, a little closer than expected, cuddled into her, but she didn’t mind. God no she definitely didn’t.

She was talking a lot, and you were always open ears and one of the best listeners. And then you would ramble and Tara would listen. It made you both feel heard and understood.

After a moment, you remember something. 

“Can I borrow your phone real quick? Uh, my phone is dead right now and I have to text a friend where I’m at.” You lie, your words slightly mushed together.

“Sure,” Tara says, unlocking her phone and handing it to you, a little drunk. You try to ignore the fact that the wallpaper is you from the concert she attended weeks ago.

You slip into the contacts, adding your contact and changing the name to; y/n, the bass guitarist ♡.

She didn’t even notice for the rest of the night.

As the sun slept at night, Tara stared at the ceiling, her vinyl spinning while a crackled “Say Yes to Heaven” reverberated around her bedroom.

She wished she could’ve stayed so much longer, but her friends had to leave, and there was no way she was taking an Uber or driving when tipsy.

Tara wanted to ask for your number, but because you never asked, maybe you didn’t because this didn’t mean as much as it did to her.

Curiosity was getting the best of her as she checked the messages on her phone, wondering how you typed like to your friends. But to her surprise, there were no messages to a number she didn’t recognize. The last number was just to Sam.

Her nose wrinkled, swiping to check the apps recently opened as she clicked the recent one. 

Dimples creased against her cheeks as she saw your name with a little heart. She immediately clicked to message you. But to her surprise, you had already done so.

 y/n, the bass guitarist ♡: whatcha doing? i hope ur not asleep yet>:(

tara ☆🧭: thankfully not yet, i’m in bed. u know, i was going to be a little sad than i’d like to admit if i didn’t get your number. 

 y/n, the bass guitarist ♡: i did hand you a paper, but you were hiding in the corner of the booth and i thought it would be easier this way

It took her a moment to think of what to say, before she thought of something she never thought she’d do late at night.

tara ☆🧭: do u wanna call? maybe just talk to each other till one of us falls asleep.

You usually weren't the person to connect over facetimes and calls, sometimes you didn't know what to say in the moment. You don't know..

She doesn’t get a response for a minute, before her phone vibrates in her hand and she swipes to answer.

Your hair was let down loose, in an oversized tee that even then she could still see your collarbones. You give a sleepy smile.

“Tara,” you say softly, and something in Tara thumps because you look so happy to see her. She grins back, shifting so she could see you better.

“I’ve never really done one of these,” your quiet voice says, a warmer tone casting over your face. “Do you want to say hi to Cinnamon? He’s my puppy.” You say, pushing your hair back.

The brunette nods, “Puppies are so cute, my sister isn’t very fond though. They sometimes make her sneeze.”

“Oh, allergies you could get a poodle breed or something, Cinnamon doesn’t shed much,” you agree, your camera slightly shaking as she can slightly hear you call your dog's name in a cute voice. “Come here, boy!”

Seconds later, you bring out your puppy, which lolls outs his tongue as you press a kiss to his head. Tara can see your red nails as you mess up his hair.

“Tell me about yourself,” Tara says, looking at you through the screen with pure curiosity.

“I-” You pause, thinking for a moment before shaking your head. “I think you should tell me about yourself first. It’s late and I want to listen to you. As much as I’d try to stay up, I’d fall asleep if you went second.” You murmur, cuddling with Cinnamon.

What you said made Tara feel something she doesn’t feel often. Appreciated? Well, she always wants to listen to others when calling, then she might go second, but when you brought up her going first? That made her feel fireworks.

“Okay, what do you want to know first?”

“What’s your favorite memory and why?”

-

As an hour, then two passes, you begin to tell Tara about yourself. She’s never felt so heard before. Both your lamps are off, now the only light from each others screens.

She can tell you’re beginning to doze off. The way you’re pausing and blinking sleepily before murmuring a little too softly. 

“What is something that you hate?”

You don’t say anything for a moment, your light breaths heard on the other end as you shift slightly and prop up your phone.

“Peppercorns..” You yawn, keeping your eyes half open. “They’re fine for seasoning, but when I bite into them, god.. It tastes so bad..”

You pause again, eyes heavy as you blink. “When you feel like you have to change for other people to like you. When you have to be someone you’re not because of people that don’t make you feel like you can be yourself.”

Tara nods, rubbing her eyes as she admires your defined features, even from the darkness. She could see the softness too. If she looked enough.

“I think those people make me feel the worst. Not wanting to be the one laughed at so you change to the one that’s laughing. Or when people talk down on the things you love. It hurts. And that’s something that I hope no one goes through.”

Wow, something about that makes her get to know the kind of person you are by a landslide.

“That’s a good response. What about your favorite fruit?”

“Mmm.. Watermelon. The sweet ones.. It’s so refreshing and…” You trail off, your eyes closing as your breathing evens out. Your lips were slightly parted, your puppy making a small whimper as he snuggles into you.

It’s silent, except for the faint white noise from Tara’s ceiling fan. You looked like a dream. Everything you talked about made Tara see nothing but good. And knowing that makes her feel like she should start seeing things the way you do.

A car passes by, the softest lyrics playing, it lulls Tara to bed.

We were listening to lovers rock

In her bedroom

You both fall asleep on call, maybe people were meant for each other.

[bullet-prooflove]

Cherry Lipstick: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gatefleet @tigolebittiez @mckinleysbones @totalstitchlover19

Companion piece to:

Box Breathing - Eddie's been struggling since Christopher left.

Always - You make a promise to Eddie.

Real - Eddie tells you he wants something real.

You’re wearing cherry lipstick, that’s the first thing Eddie notices when he lays eyes on you at the Mayor’s Charity Ball, that and backless black jumpsuit you’re wearing. Your hair falls across one side your face in loose waves as you linger in the doorway.

For a moment it feels like time stands still because truly you are the most breathtaking woman in this place.

It’s the tension in your shoulders that snaps him back to reality, the way your muscles coil as if your waiting for the next attack. He recognises discomfort when he sees it. This  isn’t your scene, it isn’t his either. The tuxedo he’s wearing feels too confining, the collar like a noose. He tugs at it as you approach him, hoping for a little relief.

“I hate this.” Are the first words out of your mouth and he smiles, because one of the things he loves about you is the fact you don’t sugarcoat, not with him.

The only reason the two of you are even here is because the Fire Chief wants to show you both off to potential donors. You both tick a couple of boxes when it comes to the LAFD’s diversity program. Him due to his heritage and status as a veteran and you due to your gender. It helps that you’re both easy on the eyes, Chimney had pointed out and you’d given him the middle finger in response.

“I hate it too.” Eddie agrees before he places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the bar. “But we promised so…”

You spend the next hour being paraded around by the Fire Chief, peppered with questions by donors that border on offensive, about your ability to stack up against the men you work with, the concessions that have been made because of your gender. This shit it’s nothing new to you, but it is to Eddie, who with every comment grows more livid, When it gets to the point where he’s unable to bite his tongue you take his hand threading your fingers through his in an attempt to alleviate some of the agitation he’s feeling.

“They’re all assholes.” He tells you as you lead him onto the dance floor so that the two of you can get a little space. “Every single one of them.”

“You are not telling me anything new.” You remark as your arms wind around his neck, your fingertips brushing lightly over the dark hair at the bottom of his collar. “It’s like this at every event he coerces me into. I just have to play the good little soldier and take it.”

“What happens if you don’t?” He asks curiously, his hands settling on your hips.

“Then he makes a suggestion that there may be other firehouses may benefit from my expertise.” You reply and Eddie’s grasp on you tightens at the thought of you disappearing from his life like that. The two of you may work different shifts but there’s always a little cross over, sometimes seeing you, even if it is only for a couple of minutes can be the silver lining of an otherwise rainy day.

The music starts to slow switching to an acoustic piano version of Coldplay’s ‘The Scientist’ and Eddie’s cheek comes to rest against yours as he draws you a little closer. You feel so right pressed against him like this, the curves of your body fitting perfectly into the contours of his own. The scent of your perfume floods his senses, something floral with a hint of sensuality, and it dampens down his indignation, filling him with an emotion that he struggles to articulate but feels in the very depths of his soul.

“Selena…” He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest upon yours as he trails off. “I…”

But the words they just won’t come, they stick in his throat like lego bricks as he looks into your eyes helplessly.

“I know.” You whisper, your lips brushing over his. “Trust me Eddie I do.”

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[kaleidoscopevisualart]

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[heartmaddie]

being iwaizumi's pianst/composer gf

involves : lots of fluff , swearing , in college sort of , they dated in hs , he's very proud...

iwaizumi still gets a little bit flustered when he sees her.

he’s wrapped in a blanket of tranquillity, the same piece he's heard ad nauseam, but he can't help falling in love with the sound a little more each time. his thick, rough fingers were clenching onto the stems of the pink lilly bouquet tightly and he felt somewhat breathless as he looked at her.

it was a shitty seat, far away in the nosebleeds of the conservatorium, but her presence shone through right to the back of the room, it was an immaculate performance, and she’s been waiting for it for a long time. if it was with any other person, he’d look over a university soiree, but it wasn’t just anyone, it was her. so he didn’t mind the loud thumping of her digital piano through the walls of their apartment when he was trying to sleep late at night, or how the desk light would shine brightly in the early hours of the morning as she annotated and edited her pieces, he found peace in those moments, resting on the bed, head propped over his arms as he’d admire her for hours on end as he watched quietly.

he’s pulled into the music and he can’t break free, it’s swallowing him whole. she was right about the acoustics being better or something, and he’s perplexed about how she would be ever convey such emotions through the flicks of her fingers. his heart clenches and aches, shivers running through his spine, she’s played for him dozens of times, but not like this, never like this. iwaizumi thinks that she’s touched heaven through her performance, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the gods shone down on them in this moment.

he’s never been this enamoured before, and as the music went to a gentle halt, he’s the first to stand up and clap obnoxiously loud, earning a couple sideways glances from other attendees, but is soon enough joined by the others. he sees how she stands up, her face red and flushed from the continuous playing, and how her eyes shimmer in the spotlight, bowing proudly before walking off the stage, he'd find her more attractive in those moments.

after other performances, which were good too , but none could beat hers, he’s rushing towards the stage to greet and pull her into his arms with pride. her face is smushed against the expanse of his hard chest, the lingering accords of his woody cologne blessing her senses as she looks up at him. dressed in the suit which he wore to their high school formal, which clung to his biceps and seemed to be a bit small on him now.

“did you enjoy it, haji?” she looks up at him curiously as he flattens her hair.

“enjoy is an understatement” he murmurs lovingly, looking down at her with pure affection in his eyes as he strokes her soft cheek, “you’re encaptivating.” he continues, causing her to giggle.

“you’re too much” she smiles softly, eyes closing in amusement before he gently places the bouquet in her arms, ensuring that none of the flowers get squished. “oh baby, you really shouldn’t have..” she looks up at him with wide, confused eyes. “if anything i should be giving you flowers for putting up with all the late nights coming up to th-.” iwaizumi’s quick to press his index finger against her lips.

“don’t apologise,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against hers, “i love it”

“yeah?” she looks up at him, holding onto his bicep as they walked out of the venue, her heels clicking against the pavement as they found his car.

“yeah, you’re extraordinary. you always have been” she’d laugh again, explaining how he’s spoiling her, and again commenting that he's 'doing too much', but he doesn’t care. no words can explain the innate affection that he possesses for her. it’s evident in the late hours of that night, when she’s cuddled against his chest, his arms wrapped around her torso with their legs intertwined. the moonlight shone bright on her face, and it reminded him of how she was illuminated in the spotlight earlier that day.

he’s brought back to those moments years ago, his chest aching familiarly as he recalls his youthful love. his heart beats a little bit faster, his face flushing the smallest bit. iwaizumi still gets a little bit flustered when he sees her perform, because he’d recall all the times in highschool where she’d dedicate her pieces to him.

very short iwa drabble i thought would be nice..

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[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

Partly for the prolific volume of projects artists release each year and partly for the fluid definition of an album (running anywhere from three to 13 tracks), an annual ranking of K-pop albums is never easy. As South Korea continues to extend its global musical influence, certain projects transcend hit-song compilations, presenting larger visions and conceptual narratives.

In 2023, stars like V, WOODZ and ONEW used their latest solo projects to share the music that inspires them at their core as artists and let listeners settle into sonic worlds they’ve developed.

[...]

First Place: Onew, Circle The First Album

While it’s somewhat criminal to think that 15 years after ONEW’s debut with SHINee in 2008 we only just received his first full Korean album, the singer-songwriter himself would say that now was the perfect time for Circle. A musical journey unlike anything released this year, ONEW shared that he had attempted to record the album’s title track before dropping his Dice EP in early 2022, but felt it wasn’t at the level of perfection it deserved and held onto the song. ONEW then involved himself in every aspect of Circle‘s production process, from meticulous mixing and mastering to tuning, beats, recording and mastering, attesting to the singer-songwriter’s dedication to artistic expression.

The single “O (Circle)” opens the album with an intriguing blend of electronica and strings, while its gospel-tinged chorus emphasizes lyrics about the circular nature of life and how memories, feelings and dreams are all fleeting. The 10 tracks on Circle develop unique transformations from start to finish: the breezy melodies in “Cough” are paired with loneliness-themed lyrics and a melancholy instrumental breakdown, while “Rain on Me” starts with aggressive acoustic guitar strumming before transitioning into an atmospheric, percussive ballad. Sweet surprises abound, too: ONEW scats on the jazz-rap hybrid “Caramel” and gives a glimpse into his indie-rock side on “Parachute.”

The album’s effortless flow is anchored by ONEW’s famously solid yet understated vocals. As Circle concludes with the tender piano ballad “Always” which addresses themes of loyalty and resilience, the listener wonders if it’s an allegory for ONEW’s public journey through health challenges, including vocal cord surgery. Even without any writing credits on Circle, ONEW’s presence is undeniably felt in this seamless collection that boasts an emotional depth brought on by 15 years in the game. That’s the kind of introspection you can’t rush or doctor through A&R but need to cycle through and arrive at when the moment is right. From scheduling this album’s release to the messages on the final track, time is definitely on ONEW’s side to deliver such a project. — J.B.

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[etunpeudevitriol]

A collection of things from various Tally Hall concert video recordings that give me that little kick of dopamine:

The way Zubin trills through the word heterophonic in some live recordings of Welcome to Tally Hall

Rob beating the shit out of the tambourine during Praise You

Praise You tambourine toss

When Andrew plays a particularly complicated piano part and his head gets stuck in tilted position as he focuses

That time period when Zubin's bangs were so long you couldn't see half his face

Joe's double jointed eyebrows (like that megamind "no bitches?" meme) during emotional/intense songs

How Zubin's always grooving and bopping to the song they're playing

Occasionally Rob also bops with the songs, and sometimes when he does his upper body rocks back and forth like a metronome

Andrew using his sound effects keyboard for evil

When Zubin flexes his vocal capabilities during covers. During any song really, but he always turns it up to 11 (out of a possible 5) for covers

Ross going *bongobongobongo clap bongobongobongo clap clap* toward the end of acoustic versions of Spring and a Storm

"Mr. Moon?" "Yeah?" "Tell us about the sky!" "Okay" <-during the Wall Party concert. I now add in the "okay" myself every time I sing along to Spring and a Storm (like the "Où! Ça!" in the Notre Place if you know you know)

Every single shenanigan that occurs when they start playing Just A Friend

When Andrew plays with his face half an inch away from being fully faceplanted into the keyboard

Bora being a jack-of-all-trades. Whistling, accordion playing, bass playing, American Sign Language, saying "Sold!", he does it all

Andrew headbanging so hard that his glasses yeet themselves off

When Zubin turns away from the crowd and plays to Ross

When the other ties hype the shit out of Ross and he gets the wildest applause. And he'll either be doing a crazy drum solo or sitting all proud like :]

Joe's 4-syllable insert during Just a Friend (if only he'd also done one for the studio recording 😔)

Maple Leaf Rag intro with all the instruments joining in

I'm sure there's more but that's all I can think of

[kookienooki]

Melodies Of Seduction | Ch. 1

❀ summary: With platinum albums and millions of adoring fans, Yeon-jin thought she knew exactly where her music career was headed. But when her manager drops an unexpected bombshell—BTS' golden maknae Jungkook wants to collaborate on an R&B album—her carefully planned world spins into beautiful chaos.

Between late-night recording sessions, stolen glances across the studio, and harmonies that seem to sync with more than just their voices, Yeon-jin finds herself composing a different kind of song altogether. One that could either launch her to new heights of stardom or leave her heart in free fall.

The question is: in an industry where every move is scrutinized and romance is taboo, can two of K-pop's brightest stars risk it all for a love that wasn't part of the production plan?

❀ pairing : idol!Jungkook x idol!oc

❀ genre: idol AU, romance, angst, fluff, eventual smut, im not sure what else

❀ rating: 18+

❀ word count: 1,055

Next Chapter

Chapter 1: The Announcement

Yeon-jin's fingers hovered over the piano keys in her private studio, the golden afternoon light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seoul's skyline. The view of Namsan Tower in the distance usually inspired her, but today the familiar sight only reminded her of the mounting pressure. Three empty coffee cups littered the space around her, evidence of another marathon songwriting session. Her upcoming album needed to be perfect—her first full R&B project had to show her evolution as an artist.

At twenty-seven, she knew the cruel mathematics of the industry. Female soloists had to constantly reinvent themselves to stay relevant, especially ones who'd debuted as young as she had. Fifteen years in the industry had taught her that talent alone wasn't enough; you needed to stay ahead of the curve.

She played a melody line again, something sultry and smooth that had been haunting her for days but couldn't quite capture the emotion she was reaching for. The notes echoed through the carefully acoustic-treated room, bouncing off the dark wood panels she'd had installed when she bought the building three years ago. This studio was her sanctuary, the one place she could truly be herself away from the cameras and expectations.

The door burst open, making her jump. Na Ra, her manager of six years, practically bounced into the room, her usually perfectly styled bob slightly disheveled from what appeared to be a rushed journey. Yeon-jin hadn't seen her this excited since they'd won their first Daesang.

"You're never going to believe this," Na Ra said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was clutching her phone like it might try to escape. "I just got off the phone with BigHit."

Yeon-jin's heart skipped a beat. Everyone in the industry knew BigHit. The company had revolutionized K-pop, breaking down international barriers that artists like her had only dreamed of when they started. "What's going on?"

"Jungkook. He heard your cover of 'Stay With Me' on that radio show last month. He wants to collaborate. Not just one song—he's talking about a full R&B album."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Yeon-jin gripped the piano bench to steady herself. "Jungkook? THE Jungkook?"

"Unless you know another global superstar by that name," Na Ra teased, but her expression softened seeing Yeon-jin's overwhelmed look. She sat down beside her on the piano bench, their shoulders touching in a familiar gesture of comfort. "This could be exactly what we've been looking for. Your vocal color would blend perfectly with his, and you know his solo work has been leaning more toward R&B lately."

Yeon-jin's mind raced with possibilities. She'd always admired BTS from afar, watching as they achieved the kind of global success most Korean artists only dreamed about. And Jungkook... his talent was undeniable. His recent solo projects showcased a maturity and depth that had caught the attention of critics worldwide.

"Did they say why?" she asked, still trying to process the news. "Why me?"

Na Ra pulled up an article on her phone, showing a video clip from the radio show. Yeon-jin watched herself perform the cover, remembering how nervous she'd been that day. She'd chosen the song on a whim, wanting to show a different side of herself.

"According to his team, he's been following your work for a while. He specifically mentioned your OST from 'Moonlight Garden' and that jazz collaboration you did with the Seoul Philharmonic last year." Na Ra's eyes gleamed. "He said your voice has the kind of emotional depth he's been looking for."

The compliment sent a warm flutter through Yeon-jin's chest. She'd poured her heart into that OST, staying up for days to get the feeling just right. To know that someone like Jungkook had not only heard it but connected with it...

"When would this happen?" she asked, already mentally reorganizing her schedule.

"They want to start next week. His team sent over a preliminary contract..." Na Ra pulled out a thick folder from her bag. "Everything looks standard, but I'll have legal review it tonight. The initial commitment would be for three months of dedicated studio time."

Three months. Three months of working closely with one of the most talented artists of their generation. The opportunity was incredible, but the pressure would be immense. Every move they made would be scrutinized by fans and media alike.

"What about my album?" Yeon-jin gestured to the scattered sheet music around her.

"This could be your album," Na Ra said softly. "A collaboration of this scale... it could take both of your careers in a whole new direction."

Yeon-jin stood, walking to the window. The sun was setting now, painting the Seoul skyline in shades of pink and gold. From this high up, she could see the endless stream of cars below, each person living their own story, making their own choices.

She thought about the lonely teenager who'd spent countless hours practicing in shabby noraebang rooms, dreaming of moments like this. That girl would have never believed she'd come this far and would have never imagined being considered an equal by someone like Jungkook.

"We'll need to clear my schedule," she said finally, turning back to Na Ra with a determined smile. "And I should start reviewing his discography tonight."

Na Ra was already typing rapidly on her phone. "I'll have your stylist put together some options for the first meeting. And I'll tell BigHit we're interested in moving forward."

"Ra-yah," Yeon-jin called softly, using the nickname from their trainee days together. "Thank you. For everything."

Her manager looked up, her eyes suspiciously bright. "Just don't forget me when you're winning Grammy awards with your new superstar partner."

Yeon-jin laughed, feeling some of the tension release from her shoulders. "As if you'd let me."

That night, long after Na Ra had left, Yeon-jin sat in her home studio, headphones on, listening to Jungkook's entire discography. She made notes about his vocal range, his stylistic choices, and the way he approached different genres. But more than that, she listened to the emotion in his voice, the stories he told through his music.

As dawn broke over Seoul, she finally took off her headphones, her mind full of melodies and possibilities. Whatever came next, she knew one thing for certain: this collaboration would change everything.

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A/N: HELLOOO welcome to MY FIRST BOOKKKKKK!! *cue crowd cheering*

I've always known I wanted to write my own book I just didn't know how to start but after the drama with Seunghan from RIIZE (RIIZE is 7!) I finally had some inspiration. 

I really hope you enjoy this book, please leave a comment on how you're feeling, I personally know I loveeee reading the comments they're so fucking hilarious. 

also, give me some critics, the book is done but I am still making some slight edits here and there, so if you see and misspelling PLEASE TELL ME! 

The next chapter should come out on Friday! I will also be posting this on my Wattpad.

WC: 1,055 (pretty short eh?)

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[kaymarie-bell]

Going feral over the Ithaca Saga rn

spoilers below (it's me yapping about the things I've noticed in each song)

The Challenge:

The 🎻Penelope🎻leitmotif to tells us who's about to (FINALLY) sing

I'm gonna be honest, I had heard all the snippets of this song because I wanted to hear Penelope SO BAD but I love having the actual song out

I knew this was going to be one of my top 3 from the beginning

I love the drums, especially when the suitors begin to sing

Penelope sounds so serious while issuing the challenge, it's very different from the snippets. (great choice! it's a dire situation)

"I'd rather die than grow old without The Best of you" knowing damn well The Best is Odysseus 😭💖

Anna held that final note for so long holy shit

Hold Them Down

I liked the repetition of the challenge by the suitors. Terrifying.

Ayron Alexander is a great singer, I had to listen twice because I got distracted by his voice so I missed what he was saying until the "hold her down". 😔

The lyrics are brutal. Jay did an amazing job 👏

Oof that sound at the end was disturbing. 100/10

Odysseus

THIS is the Ody Crashes Out song

OH! The beginning has the same structure as The Horse and the Infant / Monster

"I. Have Had. Enough." Cue Ody's leitmotif

The chanting of "Odysseus" to show HE'S the threat right now

Wait this is just Polyphemus/Survive but we're rooting for the cyclops

HE'S AIMING FOR THE TORCHES (we are the same you and I~)

YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW MY OWN PALACE? I BUILT IT 🏹

"Let's have Open Arms instead-" / 🏹 "No."

"Legendary" melody to announce Telemachus 😭

Is that Athena's quick thought leitmotif? I need Jay's visuals 😫

MICO did such a great job omg

the soundscaping is really good as always. I can picture the scene very well

"Mercy? MERCY?" 🏹

Jay with the crazy voice acting again 👏

The final "Odysseus" chant is the same one as the end of No Longer You 🫵

I Can't Help but Wonder

I might be wrong, but I think the beginning goes from Just a Man to the Legendary leitmotif 😭

Acoustic guitar because this is an emotional song

Ngl I cried a lot with this one

MY SON, I'M FINALLY HOME 🗣

🗣TELEMACHUS~🗣

I can't tell if the piano in the background is playing a previous melody. I need the musician YouTubers to drop their analyses asap 😩

Quick thought. MY QUEEN IS BACK.

"Show yourself, I know you're watching me"

Athena sounds so much more...human? She really changed!

Athena basically:...should we try Open Arms now? / Ody:...too late for me I fear

"Father? She's waiting for you"

Would You Fall in Love with Me Again

The deep breath before the 🎻Penelope🎻😭

I love how the strings build up/speed up! it translates Ody's anxiousness/anticipation so well. And all goes quiet when the door opens

Anna sounds so beautiful 💖

The lyrics are wrecking me so bad. Thinking about "So much has changed, but I'm the same, yes I'm the same!" previously 😭

"What kind of things did you do?" /

"Left a trail of red on every island" *Ruthlessness melody*

"As I traded friends like objects I could use" *Thunder Bringer melody*

"Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands" *Scylla melody*

"But all of that was to bring me back to you. So tell me, would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I can't undo"

Penelope's last test with their bed.

Odysseus: "I am not the man you knew"

Penelope: "IF that's true...could you do me a favor?"

Odysseus being so hurt about the suggestion of cutting down their wedding bed 😭

Odysseus: "the only way to move it, is to CUT IT FROM ITS ROOTS!"

Penelope: "only my husband knew that, so I guess that MAKES HIM YOU!"

She didn't ask him because she doubted it was her husband, she asked him because HE was doubting HIMSELF OH MY GOD-

I would fall in love with you, over and over again, I don't care how where or when,

No matter how long it's been YOU'RE MINE

DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE NOT THE SAME PERSON! YOU'RE ALWAYS MY HUSBAND and I've been Waiting, Waiting!

WAITING!....for you (with the word "for" sung in the same melody the crew used to sing "Oh, whoah-oh-oh Odysseus." Wait is this her saying she accepts him monster and all? 😭)

*Just a Man orchestra ver.* I had a feeling Jay would do this, and yet I was NOT emotionally prepared for it at all

This song is basically: Odysseus hurt because he thinks Penelope confirmed his fear (she cannot love him anymore) by telling him to cut down the tree 🤝 Penelope upset with Odysseus because how dare he doubt her love (they love each other so much)

Penelope: "How long has it been?"

Odysseus: "Twenty years"

Both: "I Love You"

I'm so sick. Jorge can write a damn good love song for sure.

I'm sad about this being over but I'm also so very happy about finally having all these songs. This has been a great journey, and I can't wait to see what he does moving forward ❤️