#i mean three vocalist spots just opened up so -- *gets shot*

[good-beans]

i love the idea of yuno singing everything, you're such a genius for that :D YUNO COVERS FOR ALL SONGS WHEN!!

EXACTLY!! THANK YOU!! (In reference to my first milgram experience -- a friend had played Tear Drop and I fell in love. After listening to the song for a month or so just enjoying (and being a little confused by the specifics of) the mv, I decided to check out more songs from this wonderful Miss Milgram. It was right after Backdraft's release, and upon hearing the violent switch in genre/vocalist I literally wrinkled my nose and backed out 😂 "What do you mean she doesn’t sing every single song on the channel?")

Anyway I've been itching to draw more Yuno and this was a good excuse!! Yuno cover era when 😤👏

[fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat]

Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Ch. 2

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more that a little distracted by their pretty bassist.

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Chapter Description: The boys of Corroded Coffin come face to face with the girls of Seductress. Eddie comes face to face with you. To call it a shitshow would be an understatement.

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, smoking, language, Eddie is down so bad.

Word Count: 1705

Notes: Thank you for all of the kind words on the last chapter, it seriously means so much!

Eddie found himself in a bit of a predicament as he and his bandmates walked backstage at The Hideout.

 He could practically feel the hostility radiating off of them as they weaved their way through the dingy back hallways of the venue. The anger they all harbored towards the band that stole their Saturday night spot was slowly beginning to morph into embarrassment because, fuck, they were good.  The other members of Corroded Coffin were getting themselves ready to put up one hell of a fight, but all Eddie could think about was trying to get the redness in his cheeks to disappear before they got to the green room, before you would be able to see it.

The four of you had just ended your set when you saw the boys walk in. You were sweaty and tired, and the only thing keeping you standing was the adrenaline rushing through all of you. You’d been perfect. Every note, every cue, you’d missed nothing, and clearly the crowd at The Hideout loved it, too. Tonight’s performance was a bit of a trial run; see how it goes, and if people liked it, you’d get to come back every week. Thankfully, everyone really, really liked it. 

Everyone, it seemed, except for the angry men who’d just barged into your greenroom.

“Hey, assholes, don’t you knock?!” Tonya, your vocalist, yelled as they walked in. “We coulda been naked or some-wait, I know you, don’t I?”

“Shit, yeah!” Harriette added as she tossed her drumsticks onto the dusty old couch against the wall. “You guys are-fuck, what was it? Decomposed something, right?”

“No, no,” Jessa corrected, flicking the hardware on her guitar case shut. “It was eroded, I think?”

“Corroded Coffin,” Gareth spat out, arms crossed. He was trying to look intimidating, but it wasn’t really working all that well. “It’s Corroded Coffin.”

“Yeah,  yeah, I knew it was something dumb like that,” Tonya muttered. 

Ouch. 

“I thought that’s what a coffin was supposed to do, though?” you piped up from your corner as you carefully tucked your bass away. 

“Yeah, all coffins corrode eventually,” Harriette added. 

Okay, maybe they hadn’t thought about it like that before. 

“What, like Seductress is so much better?” Jeff prodded. 

“Seductress is simply a description,” Tonya said as she began to scrub off the dark makeup around her eyes. She paused for a moment to gesture to the girls around her. “Of yours truly.”

‘That’s a very apt description,’ Eddie thought to himself, before immediately internally chastising the idea. He was not allowed, under any circumstances, to think that, even if that is what you all have decided to call yourselves.

“Wouldn't it have to be Seductresses, then? If it was referring to all four of you?” 

“Doesn’t quite have that same ring, though, does it, girls?” Tonya shot back. You, Jessa, and Harriette mumbled out half-hearted agreements, though none of you bothered to look up from what you were doing. Despite the fact that the three of you seemed utterly disinterested in the gaggle of boys crowding the doorway, Tonya just couldn’t turn down the chance to pick a fight. You’d all gotten so used to Tonya’s fighting spirit and constant, useless arguing at this point that you would be able to go along with her in your sleep if you had too. Sometimes it was funny; she’d occasionally get into drunken arguments about music or movies with assholes at parties, and watching her slur about Siouxsie Sioux and accidentally slosh her drink down the poor guy's clothes could actually be pretty entertaining. Plus, she was fantastic at embarrassing hecklers at your shows. Usually, though, the three of you just did your best to tune it out until it either resolved itself, or you had to stop a physical altercation from starting. 

Aside from when they barged through the door and scared the shit out of you, you hadn’t even bothered to look up at the group of guys in front of you. You did, eventually, after you realized you might end up having to hold Tonya back if this escalated. You’d had to do that before, all three of you had, and it was nice to have an idea of just how badly things could go. You lifted your gaze and caught the eye of one of the members. 

He hadn’t said anything in the interaction yet, and was trying his best to stay back behind his bandmates. He didn’t have the same palpable anger radiating off of him, and when your eyes met, his grew wide and quickly pointed down towards the sticky floors. You watched him for a moment. 

Why wasn’t he as furious as his bandmates? Marty had mentioned something in passing about giving the open slot to Corroded Coffin; he said the auditions were initially only a formality before your band was chosen (which was partially why he didn’t go; that, and the fact that he was still drunk from the night before) and that he’d have to break the news to them. If you had been promised the primo slot at your home bar only to have it go to a different band, you’d be pretty fucking pissed. Him, though? He seemed to have a look of fear, almost, in his big brown eyes. Not at Tonya, surely. She may look scary, and sometimes she could be, but this was just playful banter to her. She was always a little too mean, but it helped with the image of the band and to keep the sexist assholes at bay. 

Your eyes seemed to have glued themselves to him. He had a flush on his cheeks, which you mostly chocked up to the lack of working air conditioning in the building. His long hair seemed as though it had a mind of its own and as he moved his head, the wispy ends bobbed side to side. You could almost see the ghosts of freckles dotted along his nose, and-

“Hey!” you heard Tonya yell as she tossed a pillow at you. You weren’t fast enough to dodge it, and it hit you square in the head. You heard one of the boys snicker at you as you quickly whipped your head to her and threw the pillow back just as hard, though she was able to catch it before impact. “Will you please back me up on this?”

“On what?” you questioned. You sat down on the mustard yellow couch (probably a bad idea) and haphazardly ripped off your boots so you could apply fresh bandages to the blisters they left on your heels. 

“Maybe if they weren’t such shit musicians, they would have been the ones who played tonight?” There it was. There was always one crucial moment where Tonya blatantly crossed the line, and this was that moment. Thankfully, none of the members of Corroded Coffin had lunged at her or thrown a punch, but they all seemed to be fuming, even the one in the back who hadn’t seemed all that angry to begin with. 

“Obviously if they’re playing here they can’t be complete shit,” you said. You were standing now, and so were Harriette and Jessa. If something physical did break out (knowing Tonya, it was likely), they wanted to be ready. “Rhonda wouldn’t let them if they were. She’s the one who has to listen to all of the bands every night.” 

“Stop trying to talk me down, you know what I mean!” Tonya yelled back at you. Though you had been the target of her biting anger before, it never really stopped being upsetting and the volume of her voice made you flinch just a bit. Harriette noticed, and quickly walked to stand between the two of you.

“Okay, okay!” Harriette said as she raised a hand to Tonya, who’s blue eyes seethed with the anger she was now pointing at her bandmates. Harriette was always best at stopping Tonya in the midst of her angry ravings. “These guys aren’t worth it. How ‘bout a smoke, huh? Maybe clear your head a little bit?”

Tonya, as hostile as she could become, generally came down just as quickly. As her and Harriette elbowed their way out the door, with Jessa in tow to find Marty to get your guys’ pay, you pointed your gaze back to the boys of Corroded Coffin.

“I’m sorry about her,” you said from your spot next to the couch. “She lives to pick as many fights as she can, and she’s got some whiskey in her. That never really helps.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth huffed. They began to leave, but you noticed how the one with the long hair stayed back a moment. The two of you shared a look.

“For what it’s worth,” you said, standing up and walking over to where he stood just outside the door frame. “I’ve heard you play. I don’t think you're a shit musician.”

“You don’t?” Eddie asked in response. He was relieved to hear that you were a little less high and mighty than your lead singer was.

“Nah,” you sighed. “I actually think you’re pretty fuckin’ good.”

You shut the door to the greenroom after you said it, and Eddie was left stranded alone in the hallway of The Hideout with only the flickering fluorescent lights and cockroaches to comfort him. 

He found the rest of his band in the parking lot leaning against his van. He wasn’t the only member of the band that had a driver’s license, but he was the only one that had a reliable vehicle, so he was stuck playing chauffeur most nights. They all filed in and drove home in relative silence, opting to just stew in their anger and embarrassment as opposed to trying to talk about anything else. Eddie dropped them all off one by one, and by the time he got back to the trailer and shut off the van, there was really only one thought playing on repeat in his head.

He had no idea if you thought that Corroded Coffin was pretty fuckin’ good, or if you thought that his playing was pretty fuckin’ good, and he couldn’t decide which one made his stomach flip harder.

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[tooktheladdedgbtq]

....and the Oscar goes to.. | Tom Holland X Male!actor reader. 

A/N: this was just something I wrote because I got inspired I guess. Happy Pride everyone!

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You couldn’t decide whether time was slipping through your fingers too quickly or if this had been the longest night you’d ever experienced.

seconds slowed to a crawl while you tried to gather yourself before it was your turn to take the stage. You were nervous. Not about being at the oscars or presenting for the first time. Not even about being nominated for your leading role in the second installment of a critically acclaimed trilogy. No, you’d been used to these sorts of things, you’d been an actor since you were a very young kid. Starting on television before film, and you even got to hold the Emmy the show had won when you had just turned a teenager.

No, you were nervous about who exactly you’d be presenting to. Of the five nominees and potential winners, only one could cause such an intensive feeling in your chest. Only one could awaken a sense of dread that battled with a feeling of intensive happiness mixed with anticipation, and it was Tom.

You’d known each other for years and had come to fall in love. You’d met as young co-stars on set and eventually grew into an inseparable friendship that progressed into something far more. Neither of you were sure when the feelings started but it felt like they’d always been there and you weren’t exactly complaining.

Your blissfulness with Tom was beautiful but short lived. After almost a year of being official you both agreed to take a break from the relationship. Unbeknownst to Tom you were just agreeing to save face and hadn’t pried for an answer out of fear of being hurt. You just accepted that this was how things were now, and took a step back.

You’d still kept in contact with him. It was hard not to. He was still your best friend. But whether it was the business of work or something a little more awkward, distance grew between you both as the multi-hour long facetime calls and text threads became once-a-week check-ins to just make sure you were alive and okay.

Time had passed, and you didn’t have a clue what you could possibly say to him now. You certainly didn’t want to ruin his special night. But you’d missed him so much and felt like you would implode at the first sign that he’d be interested in getting back together with you. But you also didn’t want to seem desperate or needy if he’d moved on. You didn’t want to slip and say those three words again in the moment.

Father time showed you no mercy as the sand in his hourglass suddenly shifted from a slow-motion drip to a flood. The seconds you’d spent daydreaming of your past with Tom and pondering about the your potential future had passed and left you with little time to gather yourself before presenting. still you shook your hands, arms, and lastly shoulders, putting all your worries aside and waited for introduction from the host.

Before long you’d been counted in to walking on stage, and heard the host over the microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, to present the award and introduce the nominees for Best Supporting Actor, please welcome one of this year’s nominees and one of our generation’s greatest talents: Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The applause erupts from the audience like a revved up engine as you took center but it was nothing compared to the standing ovation you’d receive later on that night when receiving your own award for Best Actor.

You were stood promptly center staged with the towering Oscar statue reflecting onto the black stage floor beneath your feet. Your outfit was alluring and would surely be the next hot topic which is rare for male stars. You looked like a million bucks. Everyone knew it, most of all, Tom.

You smile and wave as you approach the microphone, your teeth shining a blinding white, and wait for a hush from the crowd.

You chuckle lightly as a few hoots and hollers sound out as the cheers subside.

You eye the monitor across the room and start to read, your nerves dying down as your jokes land and laughter echoes around the room.

As you finish the introduction, clips start to show behind you to accompany the names of the nominees as the cameras catch a glimpse of each of their reactions.

You couldn’t help but notice how tough the competition was as each actor was called. Steven Yuen playing a detective in a thrilling murder mystery. John David Washington in a fictional film playing the world’s first black astronaut aiding in the discovery of lovecraftian horrors. Andrew Garfield for his role as a psychotic narcissist and genius businessman. Oscar Issac acting in a sci fi space opera asking questions of existentialism.

Finally, you had to withhold your smile as you called out the last name. He had returned to his Billy Elliot roots being nominated for his role in a astonishing musical romance film. “Tom Holland.” You’d been ecstatic when he’d told you about it as you’d always recommend he tried it again since it made him so happy in his younger years.

You spot him a few rows from the stage, making eye contact with him and wondering if he was thinking about you the way you had done with him earlier. You couldn’t help but notice him squirming in his chair and fidgeting with his hands. Selfishly asking yourself if this wasn’t just about the award but about having you present it to him.

Seeing you here after what felt like an eternity apart and your reunion potentially being the greatest achievement of both your careers. Making it the greatest night of your lives, that is, if you were still together. But you were still best friends. That’s what mattered. So you push your self centered thoughts aside and shoot him a small wave that he returns with a smile and thumbs up. letting you know he was okay and that you could continue as the camera pans back to you capturing your not so hidden giddiness.

This awarded some small oos and aahs from the crowd as your relationship with him had been a wholly celebrated one. especially among your marvel peers.

You’re handed an envelope and statue as the music ends and the applause dies down and you take one final glare into the camera before beginning to open the envelope.

“....and the Oscar goes to,” you take a peek at the crowd and see some of the nominees holding hands with loved ones. others plainly

awaiting your next words with bated breath. The anticipation shone on everyone’s faces. Even those that weren’t nominated. Your not-so-hidden grin giving away the answer mere milliseconds before his name escaped your lips. “Tom Holland!”

Tom shot up with a shared expression of shock and happiness on his face. Pecking his mother on the cheek as she wipes the tears of pride from her eyes. His best mate Harrison gives him a quick embrace and a pat on the back before he moves on to shake hands with the director and smile at everyone cheering him on as he gradually moves toward the stage still completely baffled at the victory.

As he walks towards you in his pink pastel colored suit and brown leather dress shoes you can’t help but swell with an overwhelming feeling of joy having been here to share this career defining moment with him. You thought about how far you’d both come to get here and almost started tearing up remembering all you’d been through together.

He skipped up the miniature steps and blanketed you with both arms. You didn’t want it to end as you hadn’t felt it in a while. You threw your arms around his neck and he tightens his hold around your torso. Before you could even process them, your blunt thoughts spill out as whispers.

“I’m so incredibly proud of you. you deserve this and so much more.” you hear a small chuckle escape him as he responds. “I am trying not to cry y’know mate?” a wolf whistle comes from the crowd as you apologize for being so sappy and before he can tell you off for it you hand him his award and shove him off toward the microphone.

As he takes center stage you stand off to the side to watch him give his acceptance speech. He pauses and takes a second to gather himself before he starts talking straight from his heart with nothing prepared.

“Um, Wow. I really can’t believe this is really happening and I probably still won’t believe it happened tomorrow. Just.. wow.” his words were filled with that charmingly British accent you’d come to love so much.

“First I would like to thank my mother, without whom of course, I would not be here. I would like to thank the academy and everyone who worked on this movie from the producers and camera men, make-up and costumes, to our wonderful writers, composer, back up dancers and vocalists, and of course my friends, my co-star and the director Damien Chazelle.” whom he gestures to sitting in the second row. “I share this with all of you and I can’t thank you enough for awarding me with the opportunity to create something I love so much.”

He thanks the other nominees before turns towards you to end his speech. you felt your heart in your hands when you saw his big brown puppy eyes dart in your direction with an intensive glare of admiration.

“last but most importantly, I want to thank the inspiration for all of the love songs I sung in the film and the reason I decided to take the role. The person standing here on my right.”

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen when his words hit you like a speeding semi. you realize that he’d just called you his muse in so many words. the inspiration behind the love songs in the film no less. Meaning that with every lovestruck note his character sung he was reminded of you. All that time spent worrying if the distance between you two would cause him to forget about you, or if he’d maybe moved on and found somebody else. But no such thing had happened. He was relating his character’s longing in the film to his longing for you this entire time and that made your heart do a backflip.

You blush and cover your still ajar mouth with your fist whilst trying not to pay attention to the crowd who’s attention was fully focused on you.

He takes a deep sigh before continuing. “Y/N you’re not only the reason I took this role, but you’re the reason I was able to play it with such sincerity. You’ve been a unwavering beacon of support throughout my career in general but here you really gave me the inspiration for something special. He faces the audience again as the all follow his words with whispers of how adorable you both were. “from reading lines together in the middle of the night, to keeping me company when i’m on the brink of a meltdown.” It was all true and it only made you miss you relationship more and you found it difficult to hold back your tears.

“Y/N is the kind of best friend everybody needs, the kind of partner everybody deserves, and the person I’m so incredibly lucky to have known for so long. ..and I still can’t believe he never figured out the lyrics were all about him, It was kind of obvious-” the audience laughed you’re so close to swooning as he turns toward you again. “But, with all my heart, I love you, Y/N. Always will.” you feel as if you’re floating.

He shifts to the crowd one last time to say a final thank you before you both walk off stage one arm around one another’s shoulders. You have a short but sweet conversation backstage with him where reassures you that everything he said on stage was true and completely unscripted. He wants to talk more but knows your category is coming soon so he asks for a later opportunity and you agree before returning to your seat in the crowd.

The rest of the night flew by with you winning the award for best actor and receiving the biggest applause of the night. Tom joined in the standing ovation. You thanked everybody involved in making the film, the academy, and squeezed a little joke directed towards Tom that garnered a shared laugh from both him and the audience. You were the last award of the night and after the celebrations it was time to return to your place, where Tom was waiting for you. Wanting to talk about everything that had happened not just tonight but everything leading up to it. He also hoped you’d kept a spot open in your heart for him to return to.

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Chapter: 6, 7, 8

→ A/N: YEP I CREATED A NEW DIVIDER. IM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T UPDATED IN FOREVER OMG

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Wait, back up. Back up, you did what?!" Kiyeon exclaimed, a look of complete disgust spread across her expression. "Let me get this straight," Jaehwa snickered, trying not to bawl out laughing in front of you to prevent you from sending an assassin to beat her up afterwards.

You hid your face against the soft fabric of your pillows, face red in embarrassment and shame as the distant sinister laughter of your group leader deafen your ears from the speakers of your phone, along with the soft chatters among your group members.

"Y/N L/N, main dancer and vocalist of the Mythical Refrain, our little Y/n who constantly looks away and shakes her head with disgust at our bullshit, was suppose to give Han Jisung an innocent peck on the lips-" Jaehwa snorted midway before your leader, Cheonsa, came into the screen over her shoulder.

"But ended out in a full blown heated make out session on camera, swapping spit in front of all the cast?! That's beyond priceless, I can't even-" Cheonsa bawled out laughing, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes as Haneul just shook her head in disappointment in the background.

"Damn, y/n, was he good though? I knew maknae lines are never innocent at heart, I just knew it!" Cheonsa practically choked on her spit midway through laughing, and you internally hope that she chokes and die on the spot so you wouldn't have to endure the teasing even longer.

"Shut up, if anything you're the pervert here!" you shot back, heat striking your cheeks at her words. "It happened at the heat of the moment, I didn't mean for things to go that far!" you hissed angrily, venom lacing your tone. "You still made out with him, did you not?" Jaehwa smirked mischievously.

"Disappointed but not surprised," your maknae tsked softly with a shake of her head. "Shut up! This is coming from the same idiots who dressed up as if it was Halloween when taking their member to the airplane!" you grumbled with an angry frown, pointing an accusatory finger at your phone screen, making sure your members were able to see you.

"That was a fun experience, okay? Besides what happened afterwards?" Jaehwa shrugged, shoving Cheonsa's laughing figure away from the camera, moving the device so that Jaehwa and Kiyeon's face were clear on your screen. You gulped, internally screaming at yourself not to tell them. To say that you moved on with it without an ounce of shame in your veins. To say that you ran away to Hogwarts, never to be seen again.

You gulped, looking at your nails to avoid your friends' curious expressions basically glaring into your soul. "We were told to redo the whole scene tomorrow," you muttered under your breath, hoping that your members couldn't pick up your words from the low pitch of your voice through the mic.

But their unnecessarily loud laughter that peaked through your phone speakers practically make you deaf. You winced at the loud piercing noise, your hand coming up to lower the volume slightly as your members howled back laughing.

You heard their palms banging against the wooden floor of your dorm. "This day just keeps getting better and better!" howled Cheonsa, clapping aggressively in the background as she practically wheezed her lungs out of laughter.

If there was a delete yourself button, now would be a good time to press it.

"Why? Why do you-" Jaehwa wheezed, unable to blurt out the words in her throat since she was laughing like a deformed chicken. You grumbled, rolling your eyes as the recent memory of your manager walking into your trailer with a sympathetic smile and fearful eyes, ready to spill the news to you and be eaten alive by your incredulous expression.

"Our manager said that it was 'too heated' for a soft first kiss between our characters, plus everyone got off character when we started kissing because they didn't think we'd actually do it without arguing first," you grumbled, faceplanting on the pillow with a loud annoyed groan.

"How am I going to face Jisung tomorrow, for fucks sake!" you whined as your members snickered. "Rest in peace, sister." Kiyeon said sympathetically, finding your current situation disgusting with all the kissing deal. "Well there goes my plans of getting our seniors' autograph," your leader sighed.

You gave her an incredulous look through the screen, trying not to pull a horror movie stunt and choking her through the phone screen with your bare hands. "You can kiss those autographs goodbye, Cheonsa. I'm saying this with full admiration when I say, I’m never letting your creepy ass near them,," you shot back defensively.

"As much as I'm offended on how you called your leader a creep, I completely understand if you don't want me getting near your man." Cheonsa's face came up on the screen, giving you an annoying wink that had your blood boiling. "Shut up or I will book a flight back to Korea at this second and roast your laptop on a bonfire!" you threatened weakly.

Your cheeks grew red at her words, your man. You let out a soft scoff, rolling your eyes at the thought. Suddenly, a beautiful image of Han Jisung himself appeared in your line of vision. A slow motion version of his lips slowly spreading into a heart shaped smile, a small soft chuckle being elicited from his throat.

The small memory of the way his fluffy hair would swoosh to different directions from his movements in the morning during breakfast as he sneakily grabs the three slices of cheesecakes on the dessert trays subtly came into your mind.

5:41 AM

You were woken up on the crack of dawn for a small shoot shared between you and Jisung's character. You were on break when you decided to wander around the studio, waving and passing by busy staff members, make up artists and multiple directors.

You suddenly found yourself walking towards the food area, where you were free to munch and snack on whatever they served as long as you were on break and didn't sneak it on set in filming.

You let out a soft wide yawn, clutching your black coat against your body to gain more warmth in the cold breeze. You shuddered at the cold wind that smacked against your body as you walked over to the food area, passing by exhausted staff members on the way.

"I'm seriously not ready for a long distance relationship with my bed," you mumbled to yourself as you opened the door to the food area, poking your head into the room. To your surprise it was empty, though it appears a few staff members had snuck a treat or two but nonetheless you had the place to yourself.

Or so you thought.

As you grabbed yourself a plate and some utensils, you heard soft sounds of footsteps. You jolted in alarm, crouching down to your knees to hide in case your manager comes in to call you in for another scene to shoot. You're definitely not leaving without finding a perfectly good cookie if you were going to step outside in the cold weather.

You crawled across the floor, peaking through the table cloths to see who it was but the trays on the other tables blocked the face of whoever had entered. You assumed it was one of the directors considering they were wearing the same thick black coat they gave specifically for the directors and cast members.

You heard footsteps echoing the room, signifying that the person was walking towards the cake section of the room. You stood up slowly, careful as to not make a noise. You furrowed your brows when you saw the person scurrying around the table with the hood over their head.

Your curiosity got the better of you. You tiptoed slowly towards them, trying not to gain their attention but wanting to find out who it was. Step by step, you slowly came closer to said person eventually standing beside them and poking your head to see what they're doing.

You raised your head up and froze when you realised you were now face to face with none other than Han Jisung, himself, who's eyes widened at the sight of you as you both just froze in place, staring at each other in a good awkward silence.

How ironically cliché.

Jisung took a step back in shock, letting out a startled noise, almost dropping his plate in the process. "Talk about a late delay, Han." you snickered, rolling your eyes at the boy. Jisung scoffed, relaxing his tense muscles as he realised it was just you and not some creepy sasaeng fan.

"Oh, it's you." he stated with a not so amused tone, sighing in relief as he placed his plate on the table cloth beside the trays. "You sound pleased to see me," you teased, giving him a cheeky grin. "What gave you that idea?" he sent you a fake smile, showing his pearly white teeth.

"What are you doing here?" Jisung asked with a raised brow, his fake smile subsiding as he grabbed a fork beside you. "That's my line," you muttered, watching him grab some cookies from the jars. Jisung gave you an incredulous look, shoving a cookie in his mouth.

You giggled at his expression, shrugging simply at him. "Got bored, decided to snack." you smiled sheepishly, grabbing a cookie from his plate and shoving it into our own mouth causing Jisung to retort, trying to pull the cookie out of your mouth. "That's mine you thief!" he whined, causing you to stick your tongue out after you gulp the contents down.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, tilting your head at him as you grabbed a glass and filled it with some milk from the drink section. "I heard from a few staff that there were only three cheesecakes leftover. You know I won't survive a day without a cheesecake as an energy boost," Jisung shrugged, showing you the cheesecakes in his plate.

"Plus, we still have hours and hours of shooting after this. There's no way I could live on without having some creamy goodness in my mouth," Jisung hummed as he started to eat his cheesecakes, savoring it bit by bit. "You make it sound so wrong," you scrunched your face in disgust, your mind going places.

Jisung's eyes widened as they bore into yours. "Hey! That's on you. It's not my fault you have a dirty mind," he tutted, flicking your forehead in the process which elicited a small yelp from you. You pouted, rubbing the sore spot on your forehead as Jisung continued to stare disappointingly at you with chubby cheeks.

For a split second, you basked in his appearance. Taking a moment to look at how fluffy his hair is considering you both shot a scene where your character and his character went on a little morning stroll after waking up. You knew your make up artist didn't make you appear any less messy than Jisung, but you still couldn't comprehend why he looks so wholesome right now.

Fluffy brown hair with strands going in different directions, a simple makeup that gave him the perfect 'bedhead' look, puffy cheeks stuffed with the sugary dessert as he munched on the cookies. The pajamas they had you both wear for the shoot, making you feel as if you were in said kdrama yourself.

"Earth to Y/N!"

You snapped out of your trance at Jisung's concerned tone, blinking rapidly as you tried to comprehend what's going on around you. Jisung's fingers were snapping excessively in front of your face, brows furrowed in concerned as you divert your attention away from his face to his fingers.

"Sorry I spaced out," you grinned sheepishly, avoiding his eyes when you realized you were watching him eat his cheesecake the whole time like a weird pervert. "Dang girl, are you really that tired? You looked as if you were bout to eat me alive" Jisung said with a light laugh, grabbing his fork to shove a piece of his cheesecake into your mouth.

You let out a muffled noise of surprise when you felt the sugary dessert began to overwhelm your taste buds. "Here's a little energy boost," he grinned cheekily, pulling the fork out of your mouth before taking a bite of cheesecake for himself. You chewed as you had come into two realizations.

One. Jisung was using a fork for his cheesecake, this boy never fails to surprise you with how odd he is considering he sang bout Americanos five times when you visited the local cafe near your hotel, thus embarrassing you in public.

Two. He used the same fork that he had used to feed himself. Which lead you to thinking that you just had an indirect kiss with him. Your face becoming even more flustered by the second as you let the thought sink deeper and deeper into your mind.

"Here, have some more. You looked as if you've seen an alien, geez." Jisung poked his fork through the cheesecake and moved his hand closer to your mouth. You shook your head, cupping your mouth dramatically when you saw him coming closer. Taking a step back, you let out an awkward laugh. "No thanks, I'm good."

Jisung raised a brow at you, "really? You always nag how I always steal the last piece, you should be grateful I'm willing to share right now." he chuckled, taking a step forward to aim the fork at your mouth once again. "Say 'ah'!" he cooed, but you simply shook your head and gently pushed his hand away from you.

"I'm good, Jisung. It's not good to have some sugar this early, you know?" you rambled, silently cursing yourself for not accepting the cheesecake for the sake of your own pride and ego. Jisung wasn't buying it but he let's it go with a shrug. "Oh well, more for me then." he said before shoving the fork into his mouth.

"Y/N! Stop spacing out bout Jisung and talk to us, God dammit!"

You blinked, realising you were spacing out again when you realised your members had gathered together in front of the camera, waving at you in concern. "Sorry, what?" you muttered under your breath, your voice almost inaudible for the phone to pick up as you internally slapped yourself for thinking bout Jisung despite the awkward situation you're currently in.

"Stop spacing out bout Jisung, God dammit!" Jaehwa joked, causing you to involuntarily choke on your own spit at her words. "Jaehwa, no." you shook your head vigorously. "Don't make my situation any worse than it already is, for fucks sakes!" you groaned, burying your head into your pillow once again.

They snickered softly, enjoying your suffering for their own entertainment. Sometimes you wished you had debuted with people who don't make you want to roast yourself over the kitchen stove like marshmallow on a stick.

"It'll all be over when you know it. Don't worry, you're not that awkward of a person, so you should be fine." Haneul waved her hand off with a casual shrug. You rolled your eyes. "Shut it, you're still the maknae. You don't understand shit of what the grown ups are talking bout." you teased.

Haneul clicked her tongue in annoyance, sending you a sharp glare. "I'm only 15 months younger than you and you know it!" she hissed in retaliation, threateningly pointing her apple pen directly at you through the screen when you stuck your tongue out.

"Alright, we'll let you get some rest now before Haneul over here flies to Japan to shove her pen up your ass." Cheonsa chuckled nervously, pulling the younger member, who was glaring daggers at you, out of the camera by her shoulders.

"Okay then, I'll call you guys tomorrow, yeah?" you nodded, waving at them as your thumb hovered over the end call button. "Yeah, of course. Say hi to the manager for us, Jeongin, too!" Jaehwa waved back as you let out a giggle. "I will, see you guys later!" you rolled your eyes at them.

"By-" you pressed the end call button before they could finish their sentence, wanting to sleep the stress off of your body before you have to face Jisung the next day. You pulled the covers over your body, closing your eyes with an exhausted sigh.

Hopefully things would be better tomorrow.

You tiptoed your way into the set, as if hundreds of staff members and prop makers weren’t passing by you and greeting you with questionable looks. Now, why were you tiptoeing like a really crappy secret agent in an overly crowded place, you may ask?

Mostly to avoid your co-workers from giving you smug expressions and teasing looks with the memory of the events that had happen the previous day. Your members had wished you luck on your journey to get through this awkward day, wishing that you could just erase the events that had happen so you could go back to stepping into set with pajamas without a care in the world.

As you made your way to the dressing room, to your surprise all of the cast had gotten into costume and are currently shooting their respective scenes, meaning you had less than two or three hours to gather your mentality and ignore the awkward tension in the atmosphere.

Was this what every actor who had to kiss their co-star had to go through?

Yikes, you couldn’t imagine how Lee Dongwook could bare being love interests with the same co-star for two whole dramas. Your eyes widened when you caught Yeoreum walking towards your way, reciting her lines with the her manager. You gulped, walking back slowly as to not catch her attention, not knowing who or what was behind you.

It appears that the universe isn’t on your side today, because apparently you walked too far backwards to bump into your co-star’s back. Jisung let out a grunt as your back bumped against his, causing you to let out a yelp. You turned to shush him, scolding him for almost blowing your cover when you realize who you were talking to.

You and Jisung jumped apart when your eyes met, making sure to at least stand a feet far apart. Jisung cleared his throat as you both tried to mask your shocked expressions. You both avoided making eye contact as you tried to think of something to say to fill in this awkward tension between you two.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jisung coughed, eyes looking everywhere but yours.You gave him a pointed look. “I work here,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes at him. “Give me some crap, I’m trying to make this less awkward, you’re not helping here, y/n.” he stuck his tongue out at you.

You huffed in response, adding another moment of awkward silence between you two. It was so awkward you could practically hear crows and crickets in the background, “Where are you going, anyways?” you mumbled, wondering why he wasn’t at his usual spot at the food area, munching away at the desserts and snacks before Youngheum could finish them.

“I was heading back to my trailer to get my script,” Jisung mumbled, running a hair through his messy hair. “Isn’t your trailer that way?” you raised your brow, pointing to the direction behind him. Jisung huffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m taking the long way round, got a problem with that?” he spoke hesitantly, eyes finally meeting yours before gulping.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you mumbled, looking down as you lowered your finger to tuck it into the pockets of your hoodie. “What bout you?” Jisung added on, eyes wandering to his dirty white converse. “Trying to get to the dressing room,” you answered with the same hesitantly awkward tone.

“Cool,” Jisung sighed out. You both stood there for another excruciating few seconds before making eye contact. It appears the tension had gotten a little too awkward for the both of you, therefore you both instantly looked away with a loud groan. You both turned back with a bold “fuck it!” coming out of your mouths in unison as you ran off in the other direction.

How were you gonna survive this?

a/n: this was a short chapter. IM SORRY FOR KEEPING YALL WAITING FOR SO LONG. Omg look at that sexy title cover, yeah I'm gonna change that eventually. Anyways, thank you for waiting this long I completely forgot this fic existed.

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Take a Chance - Ch 2 First Concert

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She wasn’t here because she wanted to see him again. He lived at Juleka’s, she could probably see him any time if she really wanted to. She was here because she was curious about the music and because Alya was always jumping to conclusions. As if he didn’t invite everyone he met to his concerts, what musician wouldn’t.

(“You said he said ‘I’d love to see you there,’ and that is not the same thing as ‘come hear my band, tell your friends.’”)

“So which one is he?” Alya yelled into Marinette’s ear.

“Guitar, on the left. Blue hair,” Marinette yelled back. 

Alya pulled back and eyed Luka up and down. She grinned back at Marinette and though Marinette couldn’t hear the word she saw Alya mouth “Nice!” 

At least it didn’t matter that Marinette was blushing in the multicolored lights flashing through the club. Luka did look good, clearly into his music, and clearly able to work his considerable stage presence. His playing was amazing, or at least, Marinette thought so. She didn’t know enough to say for sure, but the speed of his hands and the clarity of the music certainly impressed her. 

Alya nudged her in the ribs with her elbow, reminding Marinette to blink. Then Alya grabbed her arm and hauled her close again to scream, “He’s looking for you, girl!”

Marinette’s eyes shot back to Luka. She hadn’t noticed before, fixated as she had been on his hands, but every now and then he looked up and scanned the crowd. There was no way he was looking for her, though, in all these people. They’d only met the one time, and yeah, they’d talked for more than an hour, but that didn’t mean, and even if it did, could he even see through the lights? 

Alya must have been thinking the same thing, because she grabbed Marinette’s arm and started hauling her straight across the crowded dance floor towards the small throng of people in front of the stage. The bassist was starting a solo just as Alya elbowed them a spot. Luka was looking around again, over their heads at the moment, and then he looked down and straight at Marinette. 

Their eyes locked and Luka’s face lit up with a lopsided smile and suddenly Marinette couldn’t breathe. Alta jostled her triumphantly and Marinette didn’t need to hear the bellowed “I told you so,” that came with it. 

***

She came. Luka was so preoccupied with the thought that he nearly missed his cue. Jean slapped his shoulder mock-casually just in time for Luka to snap out of it and come in only half a beat behind. He was going to catch hell about that later, especially if Jean had noted the source of his distraction. 

He didn’t care, because she came. Luka took that extra shot of adrenaline the sight of her had dumped into his veins and channeled it into his music, trying not to look at her again until he had his head in the game. He slipped up when he had to pause to adjust the microphone in front of him for a song where he did background vocals. She was looking at him so he flashed her a grin, and got a shy smile in return. The next moment he glanced over to find Jean smirking at him and knew he’d been caught. 

“What the hell, Luka, you’re on fire tonight.” Evan grinned and offered him a fistbump as they came down off the stage for their break. 

“Yeah?” Luka replied casually, raising his fist to meet the drummer’s and trying to pretend his knees weren’t a little weak from the rush. 

“He’s got someone to impress out there tonight,” Jean grinned, hopping on the wobbly table in the makeshift green room with a bottle of water in his hand. “I saw you looking. Is it the cutie in pink or the curvy brunette? They were so close together I couldn’t tell.”

Luka considered his options, decided denial wouldn’t help him, and sighed. “Pink,” he admitted, and Evan, Simon, and Jean boys whooped and whistled. “Look, we just met,” he said as evenly as he could, digging in their cooler for some water. “I didn’t even know she was going to be here tonight.”

“But you were hoping,” Jean sing-singed. “You were looking for her.” He slid off the table and lightly punched Luka’s shoulder as he walked by. “Don’t sweat it, bro, we got your back.”

Luka frowned. “We’re gonna go play, and then I’m gonna go talk to her, and Jean, I swear if you make her uncomfortable—“

“Relax, relax, Luka, I know your style. We’ll just let your music do the talking, right?”

Luka eyed him suspiciously. “What are you plotting?”

Simon snorted. “As if Jean could ever come up with something complicated enough to be called a plot.”

“Man, we’re just excited for you. We thought you were married to your guitar,” Evan joked. 

Luka pressed his water bottle to his hot face and reflected longingly on the days when he was the oldest member in the band and not the youngest. He’d taken a little flack for playing with Juleka’s friends back in the day but at least they respected him.

***

“Look, they’re coming back,” Alya nudged her. “And he’s still looking at yoouuuu…”

The lead vocalist stepped up to the mic, pulling it off the stand. “Alright, we’re back and we’re pumped up to go. How about we take some requests from the crowd? Let’s see…” He paced for a moment and then crouched at the edge of the stage right in front of Marinette. “How about you, sweetheart? Anything you’d like to hear?” Marinette’s eyes widened, and she stammered for a moment. “C’mon, don’t be shy,” the singer coaxed. 

Blushing furiously, she named the first thing she could think of, which happened to be her favorite Jagged Stone song. “Oof, Jagged Stone.” Jean grinned and looked up at Luka. “That sounds like a challenge to me, Couffaine, you up for it?” 

Luka tossed his head, flicking his bangs out of his eyes, and grinned at his bandmate. “I can kill it if you guys can keep up.” He looked at Marinette and winked. “Good taste, babe.” 

Marinette buried her face in her hands and then in Alta’s shoulder. Alya patted her back comfortingly, and in the lull Marinette could hear her say teasingly, “It’s okay, ‘babe.’ Just relax and enjoy having a hot musician play just for you.”

“It’s not for me,” Marinette whined. 

At that moment Luka began to play, and Marinette lifted her head from Alta’s shoulder in surprise. The familiar opening rang beautifully out from the amp speakers, and when she looked up at Luka, he smiled at her like she was the only one there. She wasn’t sure what had changed, but somehow that charisma he had shown before was toned down and focused. Not on me. It can’t be for me, that’s just… She pressed her hands to her chest over her pounding heart. 

He was good, she realized. He was really good. He had his own style that made the familiar song sound just that little bit different. He didn’t try to copy Jagged Stone’s frenetic approach, he was...smoother. More relaxed. It made for a subtle alteration in the tone of the song that she didn’t at all dislike. 

Well...if Alya was right and he wanted to impress her...he was doing a really good job.

***

Their set was over and Marinette and her friend had stayed down by the stage the whole time. Jean grabbed his arm. “I got your stuff, man, just go talk to her before you lose her in this crowd.”

Luka glanced at the crowd in the club, made a split second decision, and sat down on the edge of the stage, hanging his legs over the edge. “Hey, Marinette, I’m glad you could make it.” 

“It was great,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “You’re really good. I mean, the band is really good. And you, because you’re part of the band, uh—”

Her friend elbowed her. “Breathe, girl.”

Luka offered his hand. “I’m Luka, nice to meet you.”

“Alya,” she said, shaking his hand. “I’m Marinette’s roommate, best friend, wingwoman,” she elbowed Marinette, “And occasional reset button when she gets too flustered to speak.” 

“Sounds like a big job,” Luka laughed. “Well, I’m really glad you could make it tonight. So, can I—” he winced as the DJ took over the music and the noise level skyrocketed. Giving up on speech, he slid down off the stage and offered Marinette his hand, tilting his head toward the backstage door. Marinette only hesitated a moment before putting her hand in his. She wrapped her other hand around Alya, and he led them back to the little green room backstage. All three of his bandmates were grinning, and Nino, who had joined them, was looking between them all with a confused expression.

“Sorry, it’s not much, but at least we can hear each other in here,” he said as he held the door for her. “Uh, these are my bandmates, Evan, Simon, and Jean, and Nino here does our sound.” 

Marinette gave a small wave as they chorused their hellos. Luka gave them a pointed look and everyone but Nino immediately became preoccupied with packing up their instruments. “So, we’re pretty much done here, can I buy you ladies a drink?”

“Actually,” Alya drawled before Marinette could answer, a finger tapping her lips as she studied the room. “I think I want...Nino to buy me a drink.” She cocked an eyebrow at the sound tech, whose eyes widened. 

“Me?” he said stupidly. Alya raised the other eyebrow in a silent duh. “Well uh...yes ma’am,” Nino said with a slight shake of his head, getting to his feet among the hoots and whistles of the others with a flush on his face. Alya slipped her arm through his and practically dragged him back out to the club. “Have fun girl!” she called as she left.

Luka watched with some amusement, and then turned back to Marinette. “She’s ah, direct.”

Marinette made a slightly sour face and a helpless gesture. “That’s Alya.” 

“Well, I guess it’s just you and me then,” he said as if his heart weren’t going triple time at the words. “Shall we?” He offered his hand. “Or, if you give me a minute to pack up my stuff, there’s a diner down the street that’s a lot quieter.”

Marinette grinned and did an adorable little bounce-wiggle. “That sounds great. I’m kind of starving, and I’m not really that into the club scene.”

Luka smiled back at her. “Me neither, honestly. I’m just here for the music.”

“Whoa,” one of the guys stage whispered behind him. “I’ve only ever seen him look at his guitar like that.”

Luka sighed and closed his eyes. “Please ignore them.” His eyes snapped open again when put her hand on his arm and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s nice to know I don’t have the monopoly on embarrassing friends,” she said with a giggle. 

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5 times Scully sang joy to the world to Mulder again after Detour !

Fic: Four times Scully sang Joy to the World and one time Mulder did

1

She’s humming the theme tune to Shaft and he’s pretending to write a report but she’s seen the doodle of Dracula he’s been perfecting. She leans across to reach a pen and he tilts his head in that infuriatingly sexy way, giving her a view of that sharp jaw.

           “How’s it coming along, Mulder?”

           “I’m just getting to the pointy end.”

           She doesn’t give him the laugh he’s looking for. Instead, she hums again.

           “I did not sing that song,” he says, jabbing his pencil into the paper so that it sticks through.

           “Fine. I can always sing another tune.”

           “Yeah,” he says, screwing up the report and pitching it towards the trash can. “Got much in your repertoire, Ginger Spice?”

           She smiles calmly, “I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want.”

           “What do you want, Scully? Really, really?”

           “I want you to start that report properly, with a big boy’s pen, and I’ll buy you dinner.”

He swipes up a pencil, throws it upwards. It digs into the ceiling. Then drops out, clattering onto the desk. 

She giggles, then sings. “Jeremiah was a bullfrog…”

2

It fits that she’s waiting in the dark. Every breath is audible in the still. His apartment smells of old leather and Drakkar Noir. The occasional car on the street casts light across the prints on the walls. Her nerves are flayed, but more than just the stone-cold fear for his safety, is her rising anger. She’s angry that he kept her out of the loop. That he still crusades alone. That out of misplaced gallantry, a wish to protect her, he never sees that he risks driving her away. The fish tank filter bubbles. Watching the mollies glide and turn, she thinks of his head in her lap.

           “Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea…” She can barely hear her own voice.

           The door opens. He stops just inside, inspects his finger.

           “Don’t be alarmed,” she says.

3

He doesn’t answer her and Kenny Loggins is singing the Caddyshack theme song. She settles back, sips more beer, wonders what that big brain, that big heart of his wished for. At the end of the movie, she’s almost asleep, head heavy on his shoulder. Her feet are cold.

           “I’ve been thinking, Scully.”

           “Thinking and watching at the same time? Wow.”

           He nudges her off him and she reluctantly opens her eyes.

           “Do you know the all lyrics of Joy to the World?”

           She straightens. “Joy to the World, the Lord is Come!”

           His face melts into a maddeningly sexy grin as he lets out a soft chuckle.

           “Oh, you mean Three Dog Night’s version? Well, I am a medical doctor, a physicist, an Einstein rewriter, an ace investigator, a better shot than you, so,” she stretches out the word for emphasis, as his eyebrows rise, “it should come as no surprise that I am able to sing the entire song, word for word.”

           “But not in tune.” He taps the inside of her knee with the back of two fingers.

           Trapping his hand there, she says, “do you want a rendition or do you want me to go home, Mr-I’m-not-going-to-tell-you-what-my-last-wish-was-for?”

           His fingers pressing down over her thigh are her cue. It’s not just friction that runs through her, but the flush of new love. “There’s a verse that goes And if I were the king of the world, Tell you what I'd do, I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the war, Make sweet love to you.”

           He squeezes harder, slides closer, lifts the hair from her neck. “How spooky of you to know that was my last wish, Dr Scully.” He nuzzles her neck. “And by the way, you left something off your role call of epithets.”

           “Hnnn? What was that?”

           “Lover.”

4

Her navel has protruded. Silvery lines crisscross her lower abdomen. Her breasts are full, nipples larger and darker. Tracing the linea nigra she marvels at her fruitfulness in such a barren, bleak time. There’s snow falling. Skinner is waiting downstairs, drinking tea with her mother. She can hear their murmuring, soft concern that will whittle away her resolve if she doesn’t block it out.

           The black suit holds in her body and her dignity. She brushes her hair, thinks about how Mulder loved to do that for her, swears she feels his breath on her neck. She rubs at the spot, places her fingers on her belly, connecting.

           “Joy to the world,” she whispers. Then louder, “All the boys and girls…”

5

He’s holding her close, hands flat against her shoulder blades. Swaying. They’re swaying to some godawful country song in a bar in some hick town. Their movements are entirely too slow for the rhythm of song but she’s bone tired from driving, bone tired from living out of a suitcase.

           “Hungry?” he asks into her hair and strands stick to his mouth. He pulls it away and smiles down at her. A weary smile.

           “Not really.”

           He hugs her tighter and they turn in a slow circle. The band plays another number. More people walk to the dance floor. They’re smiling and energised, laughing. This is their bar, their music, their life. She feels like an intruder, has done since their escape. An intruder in the world. They both have no place. They’re orbiting, in a holding pattern, and she just wants to land. A young woman, clutching the hand of her young beau, approaches the band and the bassist nods.

           “Oh, we know your song, Kayley.”  The crowd claps wildly. There’s a rush of energy in the room. “We play it every darn week.”

           The bassist strikes the chords and Mulder chuckles. “A propos, Scully.”

She bursts into laughing tears and presses the side of her face into his chest as the vocalist begins, Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman.

           “Do we have a song?” he asks later, laying her on the bed, kissing the bones between her breasts, moulding his hands around her hips.

           She hums as he moves lower. She can’t make the words come out of her mouth but he lifts his face to hers and says softly, “was a good friend of mine…” before sinking his tongue deep into her, and for a while she believes that she’s landed.

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Hot Space (Roger Taylor Series) - Part 1

Roger Taylor x Reader

Notes:  Sorry for grammar mistakes/ weird sentence structures. English is not my first language but anyways, I gave it a go. Enjoy and feel free to submit requests, feedback etc.

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Chapter 1:

“He says he wants you, NO and now I quote: he needs you” your manager, Daphne told you and your band in the scruffy little office of ‘Rough Trade Records’. It was actually a quite rainy day in London, the usual. December 16th, 1981 to be exact. What a time to be alive and additionally to be an 18-year-old, female vocalist of a fairly successful band (at least in the UK), in a male dominated field. Your band also consisted of Nic on lead guitar, Matty on the bass, Jacob on the drums and Chris on the piano. “What are you talking about? And who are you even talking about Daph?”, you asked her totally clueless.

Daphne continued: “Freddie fucking Mercury.”

 The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop, as Jacob decided to speak up: “you’re kidding, right? I mean, you can’t be real right now! He doesn’t even know we exist, does he? Daph??“

Wow, you’ve never seen Jacob this nervous and excited at the same time before, as he’s usually always the tough guy, but his behavior right now makes you giggle.

“(Y/N), this is a huge deal, Freddie wants you as Queen’s support act for their upcoming ‘Hot Space’ tour which starts in April and ends in November as of next year. We’re not talking about old, little, dirty clubs and pubs in England. This is another level! Europe. The US. Canada. Hell, even Japan. You have the potential, take this opportunity, I believe in you guys! “

Daphne’s words left you speechless. Not only was Queen your biggest influence while growing up, but it seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity to tour the world, even if it’s just as a support act.

 While the rest of the band all agreed to do the tour - without any hesitation, they were still expectedly waiting for your answer.

“Guys, you should really really, really know me by now - of course the answer is yes, I can’t believe this is actually happening. “

“Perfect, then it’s settled, I’ll get it contact with Jim Beach, Queen’s manager to arrange your first official meeting“ Daphne informed us.

 “Oh my lord what was that, I need a drink now“ „Fuck, me too, Nic“, you said and with that you 5 went to the pub right down the road, still unaware of all the things that were still to come.

January 4th 1982 Jim Beach’s office, London:

 “Happy New Year Lady and Gentlemen“, Jim Beach greeted us, “they’ll be here soon, but don’t freak out, I see you right there" he pointed to Jacob who was bouncing his leg up and down rather nervously, which made us laugh.

The laughter was cut off when the door swung open and there he was, in all his glory: Mr. Mercury, he was even more remarkable in person and the other three band members followed right closely behind.

“You’re on time, that is what I value the most, my dears", Freddie giggled.

“Wow, very nice to meet you Freddie, ahh, Mr. Mercury, sorry“ you blushed.

“Oh no darling, it’s Freddie for you and it’s nice to meet YOU, all of you! “ he pointed to the other band ,members as well.

“I’ve been following your music for a while now and I have to say it’s brilliant! Can’t wait to hear what else you have in store. “

In the corner of your eye you saw Jacob who was close to fainting because of his excitement. After hugging you, Freddie moved on to greet your other band members, when Brian walked up to you: “Hi I’m Bri, so nice to meet you, I like your hair by the way. “

‘Could this get any better?’ you thought to yourself when John walked up very shyly : “I’m John, nice to meet you.“ And then there he was, even more beautiful in real life, than you remembered him, from the posters, that your childhood bedroom was plastered with. His hair was now shorter but his eyes, wow, you really could get lost in them.

He bat his eyelashes: "We’re going so have much fun! “ He knew he didn’t have to introduce himself and his cocky behavior was definitely not what you expected. At this point you could just hope that he wasn’t going to act like this for the upcoming months. The rest of the meeting was simply just chatting and discussing the cities, in which the tour was going to take place. Before you could leave the office, Freddie made and announcement:

“My darlings, to break the ice I would love to invite you all to my party tonight, 9 pm, don’t be late or you’ll get fired! I’m just joking, Jacob darling, don’t look so frightened, bloody hell! “

You glanced at Roger only to look away quickly once he shoots you a cheeky wink.

  Back in your flat:

 “Julia I’ve got nothing to wear, I’ve heard so much about their wild parties, I don’t know what I got myself into. “your roommate answered: “(Y/N), would you calm down for a bloody second? You’ve got plenty of stuff to wear that would sweep them off their feet, but you can borrow some of mine and second, you know all about wild parties, don’t act so innocent now. Remember your 16th birthday party when Patr- “

“Stop talking about my bloody ex-boyfriend, Julia, that cheating, lying bastard. “

“See, at least I distracted you “, Julia defended herself. You chose to borrow a black skintight, short dress which reached just below your bum and showed off your curves and cleavage perfectly. Additionally, Julia helped you curl your long blonde hair, while you decided to go for a winged eyeliner and dark purple lipstick. Satisfied, you took one last glance in the mirror, Julia hugged you goodbye and as you were about to call yourself a cab, the doorbell rang.

 “Hello there, may I help you?" you asked the uniformed man at the door. “Are you (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)? “he asked. “Yeah that’s me"

"I’m here to pick you up for Mr. Mercury’s party “, right then you noticed the luxurious white limo parked outside. After a 20-minute drive you arrived at Garden Lodge and wow, what sight. The house was huge and beautifully decorated, there were hundreds of people, dancing, drinking, snorting cocaine off of silver trays and there he was, Roger, leaning against a wall being surrounded by 5 girls who were throwing themselves at him. You scoffed and spotted your band members who were engaged in a conversation with John and Brian.

"Hi (Y/N), here!!“, Nic waved you over to them. “You look beautiful tonight “John complemented you and you thanked him politely. “How’d you get here?", Chris, your pianist asked. "Believe it or not, I had a limo waiting for me outside, boys" you told them.

"A what? I can’t believe it, what about us??“, Jacob acted fake hurt and put a hand on his heart to be overdramatic, which made us laugh. Deaky and Brian exchanged a suspicious look, as if they knew that something was up, but you shrugged it off. Suddenly, people began to cheer, as this could only mean one thing: Freddie is here. And there he was, strutting through the crowd with a velvet king’s cape on and a crown on his head. He truly was a king.

 “Darlings you’re here and wow you look dashing, doesn’t she look dashing? “ Freddie eyed you from head to toe. “We should really go on a shopping trip sometime, we’ll have loads of opportunities on tour, my darling, but for now, let’s dance!“ With that he literally dragged you to the dance floor and after a few songs you managed to catch your breath. “Oh and Freddie thank you for the limo, you really didn’t have to send one to my flat, I could have gotten a cab! “ “What limo? I didn’t send a limo to your house! “ “Huh? But who did then? “, you asked, your eyes quickly followed to where he was pointing at. Roger already had his eyes on you, still surrounded by 5 girls, but he didn’t give them any attention. “Careful though darling, he bites” Freddie laughed and shot you a wink.

Exhausted from dancing, you decided to join the bar when you heard a familiar voice say: “What are you having? Let me buy you a drink, love. “ It was Roger, of course it was Roger. “Look, if you think I’ll sleep with you tonight I can garant- “ “Who said I want to have sex with you? I mean you look beautiful I must say, but I wouldn’t go that far, at least not right now. “ “A limo? Really, why? “, you asked trying to hide your embarrassment. “Why not? “, he asked. “You’re now on a ride with your majesty herself, wanted to give you a taste, might as well enjoy it while you can, love “, he said with a cheeky smile and ordered a few shots. “Look I’m going to be honest with you, it’s a real pleasure to be working with you guys. I hope we can get along without playing any sick games of yours, Taylor. “ “Feisty, I’m intimidated “, he shot you a wink.

 You rolled your eyes and downed the first shot, then the second, third, fourth, until you lost count.

[happymetalgirl]

Attila - Villain

As with any Attila project, it's probably easiest to separately discuss the instrumental facet of the music apart from the douchy bravado of frontman Chris Fronzack that often carries it. Attila has never really been anything special for deathcore from an instrumental standpoint, but they've at least been decent enough at keeping up with the advances in production that have proven to bring the most out of bands playing in that genre. For the past two or three years, it has seemed that the optimal stylistic and production-related approach to deathcore has been discovered and made wide use of, and Attila do use it here too. The nu metal-influenced simplicity of Attila's approach to deathcore has been made all the more muscular by the increased thickness of the bass tones, the crunchy clarity of the down-tuned guitars, and thunderous booming of the drums all mixed into deathcore's optimized presets. What it highlights though, is how dependent Attila are on their production, and when they don't really sound much heavier than all the rest of the deathcore out there now, their compositional creativities don't really make up for the ground they've lost. The short, one-note slamming of the opening track, "Perdition", quickly spends all the novelty of the band's production on a flashy first impression that they don't really ever ascend past on the rest of the album. There are a few, few, catchy moments on here, like the gang-vocal-led chorus of "It Is What It Is" or the sick, punchy opening riff of "Toxic". But for the vast majority of the album, the band just flounder though unimaginative nu metal riffs and deathcore's most typical grooves and breakdowns.

As far as the vocals go, Chris Fronzack has always been a perfectly capable deathcore vocalist with plenty of tangible hedonistic attitude drawn from modern hip hop to give his delivery a signature douchiness, as well as incorporating other techniques to switch up the usual deathcore growl/scream/bleh formula, and on the songs "Bad Habits" and "Subhuman" he does dip his toes into a little bit of that raspy melodic singing that Oli Sykes has made so popular. The results are satisfactory and certainly proof that Fronzack can indeed perform that technique well enough, but the melodies themselves are nothing mind-blowing, and they're certainly not fitting amid the rest of the album's remorseless, youthful, energetic indulgence, nor is it enough to spice up the album's overall instumental typicality. This album, and this band really would be nowhere without that notorious man at the microphone though, and his presence here certainly steals the spotlight again on this album, even if it's for all the wrong reasons.

Frontman Chris Fronzack's reputation certainly precedes and prevails over Attila's music, and for as long as I've heard anything from Attila, it's been beneficial to them, because I sure as hell couldn't see them raising their head up from the vast sea of deathcore without Fronz' bold presence and repeated prodding at his detractors. And for the past few albums now especially, Fronz' persistence as a thorn in the side of his critics with his defiant, bragadocious, and confrontational attitude has been the focus of Attila's music. And with Villain here, Fronz is simply exuding the persona he has long come to terms with as being exactly that for the metal community. As much as Fronz' rebellious charisma has built Attila's foundation (even if it is on hate-clicks), what he does from album to album really isn't all too variant. He and Attila have always been about booze, drugs, sex, partying, and flexing all in the name of fun and sticking a middle finger up to anyone trying to police them. While I know Fronz does genuinely live and love (as far as I can tell) the fast lane lifestyle he portrays in his lyrics, I sure hope he's hamming it up for the cameras on this one because if there's one thing that's different about this album from previous Attila albums, it's how hard Fronz leans into the truly villainous persona he's thrived on. And it's pretty ugly at a few spots, the most notable of which is the lyrics of the song, "Still About It", a callback to their 2012 album, About That Life. The song's intro features a play on Trump's infamous pussy-grabbing quote, with Fronz going for "cunt" instead with seemingly no added irony beyond what the album and the band's reputation already establish. Fronz goes on to basically detail how much of a sex addict he is, with tons of degradation and objectification of the women of his sexual pursuit thrown in as well. The song "Manipulate" isn't too much better though, with Fronz just expressing his will to outdo whoever he's addressing with this song in a cycle of exactly what the song is titled for.

The rest of the album's lyricism is basically the lyric trash that wannabe SoundCloud rappers spam on hip hop instrumentals, which is what Attila has always done, but it seems so much less fun this time around. And where it would have been fun, it just seems stale at best or unnecessarily intentionally mean spirited at worst. Like this Fronz seems less like the life of the party and more like the loud annoying asshole that wants to turn the kickback into a rager, calls everyone a pussy, gets way too pushy with the girls there, and kills the vibe by trying too hard to go hard and turning everyone's party mood off. Like that kind of drunk buffoon with the buzz wearing off near the end of the night, Fronz gets a little bit introspective on a few songs on here like "Subhuman" and "Bad Habits", asking himself why he's stuck in the vicious cycles he's in, but like a true drunk with no intention of actually mending his flaws he never comes to any conclusions, or he shies away from coming to them. He just moans and drums up a little pity party for anyone with any patience left for him to reluctantly oblige to and comfort him.

On this album Fronz leaned a little too hard on the actual villainous aspects of his real-life or (hopefully) stage character like sex addiction, vindictiveness, and degradation of women. Rather than coming off as the exuberant, loveable party animal that just wants to get everyone to stop taking themselves so seriously for a minute, he just comes across as an abusive, selfish asshole more concerned with trying to maintain his reputation as a badass party king than with actually trying to make the party fun for everyone around him. And based on the blandness of the music backing him, it seems like his bandmates eren't really feeling the vibes he's putting out there either. This album doesn't really feel like it's as much of a party as it is a drunken diatribe from Fronz about what a big shot he is compared to everyone else, how much pussy he supposedly scores, and how much you should be jealous of him. Like anyone actually doing that shit at a kickback, I can't help but think that for Fronz too it's coming from a place of insecurity. His band split from Sharptone Records after just one album and released this one independently to almost no hype; I only heard about it the day or two before. With deathcore becoming less lucrative and with more creative bands coming onto a level playing field with Attila at the production booth, and with his rebelious bad-boy shtick growing stale, it seems that Fronz has seen the same writing on the wall Fred Durst saw after Limp Bizkit began to come down from their peak. And now that Fronz has fully revealed the selfishness of his motives all along as he tries to party harder and harder in the futile attempt to keep his buzz up and his band's buzz alive, it'll be an interesting, although predictably ugly sight to see how this band handles their numbered days.

Winding down buzz/10

[ellisstark]

Devil Twins

note: this is a long one shot. it was originally going to be an actual story but i decided not to do that, so now it’s a long one shot. I also want to give credit to @asteriakace on wattpad for creating this amazing spacer (above). please go check out her stuff on there she is an amazing writer and if you are a writer and are looking for book covers or spacers hit her up cause she’s AMAZING.

reader x han

reader x jeongin (twins)

word count: 1787

summary: You and your twin brother, Jeongin have always been close, that is until you fall for one of his band mates, Hyungjin. Jeongin later tells Hyungjin, and you find yourself being rejected by the one guy you never thought would reject you, but lucky for you, an unexpected person walks into your life to pull you back into reality.

gif creds: @realstraykids

“Y/n!!” your younger brother yelled as he ran up the stairs to your room.

“We’re going to be late, hurry up!”

“okay okay i’m up” you said as he turned on his heel running back through your bedroom door. you hopped out of bed and headed to your closet. Today’s going to be a grunge kinda day, so you throw on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white long sleeve shirt with your favorite oversized t-shirt over it. you brushed your hair, put on your make up and ran out the door grabbing breakfast on your way out. 

“ you ready for your math test today?” you said to jeongin

“yeah i stayed up ‘til 3 this morning studying. I swear my teacher can’t teach for shit” he replied.

“i see, well i’m sure you will do great! also there is a new band playing tonight in someone’s garage and i kinda want to go check it out, wanna come with?”

“ uhhhh i can’t i have... um... history to do. we have a big project due next week and i haven’t started yet, sorry y/n you go ahead though” he said with a shaky hestitant voice.

“ okay well i’ll tell you all about it when i get home” you said as you pulled into your schools parking lot.

“ have a good day okay? don’t stress you’re going to do great!” you said as you have your brother a hug.

“thanks y/n” he said and ran off through the doors and disappeared from your view.

you got out of the car grabbed your backpack and strolled up to the school when all of a sudden you collided with something. “Y/N!! why didn’t you text me???” screamed your best friend.

“i’m sorry astrid. i was busy all weekend. by the way wanna come with me to a garage concert tonight? i heard a new boy band would be playing and i wanted to check it out.”

“ omg hell yeah i would!”

“sweet, i’ll meet you after school by the car”

you waved goodbye to your friend and walked into your first class of the day, english.

the day went by really slow, but you made it through and before you knew it you were waiting by your car for your friend.

“y/n!! i’m sorry my math teacher held me back to talk about our last test, but we good now so let’s go!!”

you nodded and walked to the drivers side sliding into the seat and sped away.

when you arrived it looked like the band had already started playing, but there weren’t a ton of people there yet so you and your friend were able to get good spots.

when you first walked into the garage you couldn’t really see the faces of the members, but when you got closer you realized one of the vocalists was your brother.

“jeongin???” you said nearly screaming.

you and your brother made direct eye contact. his eyes widened when he saw you but continued to perform as if you weren’t there.

when they were finished, jeongin immediately ran up to you and started apologizing for lying to you, but you were too shocked to even care.

“oh by the way, y/n this is my friend hyunjin, he’s one of our dancers. i thought maybe since you were getting into dancing he could give you some tips about it.”

you looked up and saw the most attractive person you had ever saw right in front of your face.

“hi i’m hyunjin. let me know when you want to practice together.” he said holding out his hand

“ uh... i’m y/n” you said grabbing his hand 

“haha nice to meet you y/n” and before you knew it he was gone. 

“y/n? earth to y/n” said your brother waving a hand in front of your face.

“huh what??”

“ you zoned out”

“oh sorry. i’m just so surprised i never thought you of all people would be in a band.” you said turning to face your brother. there were times in your life where you never understood what your brother was thinking, but this time you wouldn’t question it because you realized while you were watching him perform, he was genuinely happy and you didn’t want that to be ruined.

“i’m so proud of you innie!” you said hugging your brother from behind catching him off guard. you could feel him tense up, but he soon relaxed and laid his hands on yours.

“Thanks, y/n that means the world to me” he said as he walked away to go talk to his band mates.

it has now been three days since you saw your brother perform, and the one thing you can’t get out of your head is hyunjin. You decide to shoot him a text asking if he wanted to practice after school, he replied within seconds confirming the time and the place. your heart jumped a little when he replied, you think you are slowly falling for Hwang Hyunjin. 

“you are what??” your brother yelled later that night when you got home from practice. you were on the phone with your best friend spilling the tea about Hyunjin just as your brother was walking by. he overheard and burst into your room. 

“please tell me you didn’t just say what i thought you said?”

“astrid i gotta go. innie it’s not what you think. i know we only met last week but he and i have gotten closer through dance and i think i like him. like a lot.”

“you can’t like hyunjin. he’s my best friend and i know for a fact he doesn’t like you beacuse he has a girlfriend” jeongin replied furiously

“I dont believe you innie. if that was true im positive hyunjin would have told me already.”

“fine if you don’t believe me ask him yourslef.” he said in a very irritated tone and stormed out of your room

“fine, i will” you said. you picked up your phone and texted Hyunjin.

y/n: what are you doing rn

Hyunjin: nothing why?

y/n: meet me at the studio in 10

and with that you ran our of your room, down the stairs and out the door before your parents could say anything to stop you. driving to the studio was nerve racking. your heart rate continued to increase as the minutes went by with thoughts and feelings rushing through your head. when you arrived at the studio you saw hyunjins car already parked in it’s normal spot, so you parked next to it and walked inside.

when you saw hyunjin sitting in the studio your whole body started to shake.

hyunjin saw you and turned his body to face you looking you up and down

“y/n... what’s wrong” he asked concerned due to the fact that your whole body was shaking rapidly

“i... uh... i like you hyunjin” your voice shaky and your palms filled with sweat 

“oh y/n. I have a girlfriend, im sorry i didn’t mean for this to happen i thought this was strictly professional as we are dancers. im sorry again. also, will you lock the door on your way out? thanks” and with that hwang hyunjin walked right past you before you could say anything and was out the door in a matter of seconds. 

what...

your mind was racing. innie was right. as you started to try and process what just happened you could feel your eyes start to fill up with tears. you knew you couldn’t drive home, so you decided to just stay at the studio until you felt like you could face your brother.

who knows how long you were there, seconds, minutes, hours, but you knew you still weren’t ready to go home. you had many unread messages from your parents and 2 unread messages from jeongin probably just saying ‘respond to mom and dad’ or ‘i told you so, so come home you’re worrying mom and dad’. you threw your phone away from you and fell back onto the hard wood floor, slowly letting your eyes close, not knowing when you would get up, but in that moment nothing mattered to you besides escaping into a deep sleep.

“hey. hello? are you alright?” 

you woke to someone poking your arm. you looked up and saw a boy around your age looking down at you. you couldn’t look away, it’s like his eyes were pulling you in.

“what’s your name?”

“y/n. where am i?”

“you’re at the dance studio, what happened? are you alright? your eyes are all red and your face is swollen”

“oh yeah im okay i just--” 

before you could finish your sentence your memory started to return and you remembered what had just happened a few hours ago. you started to feel the tears swell up again, and before you could do anything they started to fall down your face one by one.

“oh my. uh y/n are you alright?”

“no”

after you said that one word you felt the warmth of this strangers arms around you. you felt protected and safe inside his arms, slowly leaning into it. you felt bad for getting his shirt all wet, but you knew this wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

after about 10 minutes of sitting with this mystery man, the tears slowly started to stop.

“y/n did you drive here?” he asked

you nodded your head in response 

“let me take you home, okay”

“okay” you said quietly giving him the keys to your car. 

he stood up and held out a hand for you and helped you up to your feet. he walked with you to your car hand in hand. once you got to the car he opened the passenger side for you and motioned you to slide into the car. you did just that and buckled your seatbelt. he soon joined you as he slid into the drivers seat.

“oh by the way, my name is Han Jisung, but you can just call me Han cause i have a feeling you and i will be seeing each other more often”  

when you got through the front door of your house and walked into your room closing the door behind you, you slid down it and clenched your first around your shirt. something didn’t feel right, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. after your encounter with Han, something inside you changed.

your heart leapt for the first time

and in that moment 

you knew Han was going to be with you forever

as it occurred to you 

that in your moment of heart break

you found your true soulmate

author note: thank you for reading this awful story. this is my first story on tumblr, but i hope you enjoyed it. My masterlist will soon be posted with more short stories for each member of stray kids along with some other stories for other bands.

[girlsbtrs]

Artist Interview - Best Ex

Best Ex, formerly known as Candy Hearts, is an American pop rock band from New Jersey and New York, formed in 2009. Back from their hiatus, they released a single in September titled “Bad Love” and debuted a music video for it on December 15th. Girls Behind the Rock Show sat down with lead vocalist Mariel Loveland to talk equality, touring, shooting music videos and the future of Best Ex.

What does representation and equality in the music industry mean to you?

I mean, I think it's the most important stuff. Like my dad sent me this list of the top 50 pop punk albums of the decade and it included three women out of 50. That is gutting to see, because it really makes people think that they can't do it. It's so often men who are the ones who are champions, especially in the rock scene. It seems like the worst out of all of them. I feel like rock is the worst.

I totally agree with you on that! Hardcore is probably I think near the top of rock.

Yeah, probably. Metal is pretty really bad too.

How has being a woman in the music industry changed your perspective on the industry? 

Honestly, it’s made me kind of hate it. I can’t count on one hand that out of all of the tours I've been on, something bad has happened to me because I was a woman. Like - something bad always happens and when it’s someone who's on a tour with you, it's like, what are you supposed to do if they're the opening act? How much can you complain?

I remember even when I was on Warped Tour and the stuff that came out about me later, that was when I was finally like "I'm done. I have to talk about it." While I was on Warped Tour, my team was making me feel like a major inconvenience; like I should have never said anything to people who were in charge even though I was being threatened. That is really the attitude of everyone. It's like, “shut up and take what we give you and don't cause any problems.”

I am so sorry that you had to go through that.

Yeah, it’s awful.

How was the writing process for this new era been like, especially with the release of “Bad Love?”

I wrote these songs over the course of  two years because  I started right when my last one came out, and I’m really happy with that. I wrote the same way I write everything: playing guitar, taking a shower or a walk or a drive, and coming up with a melody I'll save for later. When I copy the lyrical idea, I'll sit down and I'll try and bring them all together.

A lot of the themes in the next music I'm releasing definitely have to do with my perspective on being a woman in the industry, because it has been just so difficult. It's one of the reasons why I haven't been on tour very much or played very much in the last two years, and that's something that's affecting me a lot. So, I've definitely written about that quite a bit, and also romantic relationships and stuff. So, yeah, I mean the writing process is the same as usual. I always love working with just one producer - I have these ideas and go in and kind of hash out the music together. Andy, who worked with me on this, did an amazing job. I couldn't imagine a person doing better.

On Twitter, you said that you had snuck into some places in London to film the music video for “Bad Love.” What was that like?

You know, it's funny because I feel like a lot - actually, 100% of our music videos except for, I think the first one we ever did - we snuck into places we weren't allowed to film. I remember when we did “I Miss You.” We were in. L.A. shooting our music video and we had no permit whatsoever. We were recording an album at the time and we just were like, “we’ll film and just hope we don't get kicked out.” We ended up filming in front of the Walk of Fame and all these tourist spots that you're definitely, definitely, definitely not supposed to film at.

As far as London goes, I mean, the place that we filmed at is some company that makes neon signs. It has this amazing showroom and you're allowed to take photos and videos on your phone but you're definitely not allowed to bring in a real camera or shoot extensive things there, so we kind of took our iPhone, and I had the music hidden in an earbud that you can't see in the footage. I just did it very covertly, not around anyone who was working. That part is [shot] on an iPhone but I think it looks fine. I mean, Selena Gomez just did her [music] video on an iPhone. [laughs]

I watched the video for Bad Love and I don’t think you could tell it was shot on an iPhone, so you did good with shooting.

I'm so stoked, because I feel like it captures the whole feeling of the song. It's really cold but sparkly when you're in a relationship that's bad.

Are there any artists that you have been listening to lately or that you want to give a shout out to?

I have been listening to The Menzingers' newest record about a year late, but I've been listening to that nonstop and I absolutely love it. The thing with The Menzingers is that all of their albums sound like The Menzingers. You know exactly what you're gonna get. I feel the same way about The Weakerthans, where it's like, they created a perfect song, and they just kept creating that perfect song over and over again. I feel like The Menzingers are exactly the same and out of those two bands, I just think that no one can copy lyrics those two bands. They have the best lyrics out of anybody I've ever listened to and any band I will ever listen to. I just love them.

What genre are they?

Alternative Punk. I'm really into the opposite of what I've been listening to lately.

What are you usually into?

Mostly pop like Taylor Swift, The 1975. I really like Better Living Community Center especially because Conor Oberst has been one my favorite musicians since I was a little kid.

What is next for Best Ex?

Well, we're releasing an EP, and I definitely have more than one of those up my sleeve, especially because I've been working for a long time and haven’t released any of the music that I've been working on. We're working on planning some shows right now, but we're kind of trying to figure out exactly when that EP is being released; actually, we're filming a music video, and I'm going to have to wake up at 3:00 in the morning to do it. We're sneaking into places hoping we don't get murdered running around New York at 3:00 in the morning, but you know! [laughs]

- interview by Aliyah English

[gorillaz-imagines]

Ok I've already asked for one earlier but if it's ok can I have 55 with 2D? When I read it it sorta sounded like something he would say for a marriage proposal X3

oh my god definitely. tbh, 2d is my husband already… this boy holds a special place in my heart.

“I fell in love with my best friend.”

“What was the deal-breaker with us?” You asked, sitting with your wacky, vocalist boyfriend, Stuart Pot. “What crazy, demented voice in your head rang out, saying that you loved me that much? That you would go that extra mile for me?” Biting his lip, the waning colors of the sunset reflected against his charcoal-colored orbs. Looking over to you, he smiled kindly. He sat down in the grass behind your favorite oak tree, patting the spot next to him. Sitting down next to him, he shot you a smug look.

“Weeelllll,” he drawled out, making you giggle. “All of my past girlfriends had just kind of been my girlfriends, you know? And I had kinda only shagged up with other girls at that point, and hey, it wasn’t all that bad… But it wasn’t sensual or meaningful or anyfin’, you know?”

“I guess,” you murmured, fumbling with his hand. “I mean, I was a virgin until I met you, so I wouldn’t really know what it would feel to ‘shag up’, per se… You know?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, itching his nose. “But like, you know- flings, basically. You get yourself into some silly, short-term relationship- a fling- and it’s great at the moment… But then you’re lonely a day or so after. Or an hour after. Kinda depends if they stay the rest of the night or not.”

Cocking your head, you nodded slowly. “Seems understandable.”

“So,” he continued, licking hip lips. “I didn’t really know what I wanted a couple years ago- ya’ know, you’re high on the adrenaline of being a young adult, and then you turn 30, and then you start becoming older and older, and by that point, no one wants you anymore- e’rybody’s sold off in marrigae or just in it for sex or money or drugs… Fame, too.

“And of course, me bein’ some stupid rockstar or whatever thought, ��hey, I’ll meet someone some day’! Well, that was kinda stupid on my part.”

“Not really,” you said, gripping his hand tightly. “You just wanted to live life, I guess- same with me. Except sometimes, a happy ending right away isn’t the case.”

“I guess,” 2D murmured, chuckling. “But then again, I was just interested with meaningless flops of a relationship. All of my long-term relationships ended with me being cheated on by Murdoc of all people…” Kissing his cheek, you nudged his shoulder tenderly.

“Go on, love,” you egged on.

“So, on my downwards spiral of not findin’ love, I met you. Remember that?”

“I remember,” you said softly. “We met right here in the park- you looked like you were about to break down, so I approached you and asked what was wrong, and you and I started to talk.”

“Yeah,” the blue-haired boy susurrated. “And then we started to hang out, and after a couple years, we started going out, yeah?”

“Yeah, I remember,” you said, your words drifting with the wind. “Almost 3 years after we met, we started going out.”

“Well,” he said, turning once again to look at you. He gripped your hand tightly, taking your other one in his. His palms were cold yet clammy, his face red and bright. “I knew that when we started things up, and I knew that after we had been together for what seemed like a couple months…” He leaned in, kissing your forehead adoringly, dragging it down to your nose, then placing the last of the kiss gingerly on your lips. “I knew… I had already thought before- uh-” The boy now started to furiously sweat, neck dripping, eyelids fluttering nervously. “Oh boy, now this is the hard part-”

Worried, you tried to peer into his closed eyes. “Stu Pot?” You asked, squeezing his hands. “Is something wrong?”

“Y-yea- I mean, no, no, nothing’s wrong, um,” his voice cracked as he opened his eyes again, staring straight into yours. “What I was going to say is that, um… I realized that, uh…”

“Stu, are you okay? Do you want to get some water, or…?”

“Ifellinlovewithmybestfriend-”

“Come again?”

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “I fell in love with my best friend. I thought that- I thought that I would be alone forever, and at some point, and I know it sounds bad but you can’t blame me- I was okay with it.

“And call me crazy, but I knew that we were perfect the first time that Murdoc tried to feel you up to make me upset, and you knocked the lights out of him in the middle of the kitchen.” Laughing, you wiped a tear or two from your eyes.

“I remember,” you spoke, smiling. “And you were so scared that I hurt my knuckles, yeah? And you fret over me for hours, but you were so happy-”

“Y-yeah, so, going on,” he said, stuttering immensely. “Today is our three-year anniversary- and i-if you would like to marry me, that’d be perfect.” Eyes widening, you would’ve done a spit-take if you had the water to do so.

“What?” Letting go of your hands, Stu wiped his brow, murmuring something under his breath.

“I know, it sounds stupid, and I’m sorry love, I don’t have a ring, but I really do- I really do want to marry you…” Tearing up, you smiled out of pure joy, pulling him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around him.

“Oh god, Stu, of course I’ll marry you- I don’t need a ring, I’d marry you even if you gave me an onion ring to make it official-” Laughing and relieved, 2D pressed you against him, cradling you ever so slightly. His chest started to rise and fall in choppy motions as if he was crying, but hell, you were too.

“I love you so much,” you whispered into his ear, burying your head into his shoulder.

“And I wouldn’t change anything for the world,” he whispered back, placing a nifty kiss right behind your ear. “I love you so, I’d never let go.”

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Album Review by Bradley Christensen Body Count – Bloodlust Record Label: Century Media Release Date: March 31 2017

Rap-metal / thrash metal band Body Count is one of the most fascinating bands that I’ve ever come across, and would you like to know why? No matter how you answer, I’m going to explain it, anyway, but it’s because rapper Ice-T formed this band in the 90s. He actually explains why he formed the band in their newest LP, Bloodlust, but I had no idea that Ice-T had a metal band. I found that out a few years ago, back when I was watching a lot of Law & Order: SVU (I still need to watch the last season, for the record; I haven’t watched that yet, so I’ll be working on that). Immediately after finding that out, I picked up 2014’s Manslaughter. It came out a year before I picked it up, but better late than never. If you recall my review on that, I liked the album, but it had some huge problems. I liked their sound a lot, and Ice-T was dope, but the lyrics were a mixture between decent and awful. I mean, they weren’t god awful, like Blood On The Dance Floor bad, but they were bad. This is the band that got popular with the song “Cop Killer,” more like infamous, back in the 90s. There was barely anything like that on Manslaughter, and from what I’ve heard, that song was trying to be similar to “Fuck Tha Police” by N.W.A. It was saying something provocative and outrageous to get peoples’ attention, so they could make a point. Manslaughter had none of that. Instead Ice-T was whining about pop music, shooting people if they talked shit (that was one of the better songs, though), and thinking girls in most pits are sexy (I mean, that wasn’t a bad song, either, because it does promote women enjoying and participating in the metal scene). It had nothing political, visceral, or anything worth caring about, for better or worse. The album tried, and in some spots, it did have something to say. Hell, there’s a song called “I Will Always Love You” that’s a bit more sentimental and quiet, but it worked wonders.

I was wondering why Body Count wasn’t like that, well, saying something worth a damn, versus whining about trivial stuff that no one cares about. With the release of Bloodlust, just a few years later, I got my wish, because this LP is a lot more hard-hitting, political, and socially biting than Manslaughter was. In that respect, that makes this album a lot better in comparison. I wasn’t almost going to check this out, because as much as I liked Manslaughter, I could acknowledge how dumb it was in a lot of places. The lyrics weren’t that great, and that was the biggest thing that kept me from getting fully into it. I loved their sound, having this rap-metal meets thrash metal sound that wasn’t anything that I’ve ever heard. It was different, unique, and interesting, but when Ice-T is whining about pop music, it was somewhat hard to get into. That’s why I wasn’t dying to listen to Body Count’s newest album, pun intended, but a couple of things put that notion into, well, motion. Firstly, and the biggest thing, is that I was already listening to some more rap-metal. That would be in the vein of BackWordz, and their debut LP, Veracity, which I’ve finally gotten around to listening to. I was super into this band last year, at least with the few singles they put out, but I’ve been very into this record. I thought about what else I could get that was similar, and Body Count came to mind, so when I was at Best Buy last week, I thought I’d grab Bloodlust when I thought about what to get. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I did remember the single, “No Lives Matter,” dropped. I never listened to it, but I was a bit skeptical, so I wasn’t trying to build myself up here. Thankfully, though, this album is very good. It’s a hell of a lot better than Manslaughter, and not just in the lyrics, but the entire album.

The lyrics are the biggest improvement, though, and thank god for that. The lyrics on Manslaughter were pretty bad at times, and while the lyrics aren’t utterly amazing here, they try quite a lot more. This LP is very political in tone, and the tone is set with the opening track, “Civil War,” where Ice-T paints this very bleak and desolate future for the United States. It’s a very scary song, but it’s good that Ice-T is saying something that’s worth a damn here. I find it strange, though, that Megadeth frontman and guitarist Dave Mustaine is on this song. Considering that Mustaine is a very staunch conservative (the lyrics on their last album were somewhat hard to stomach, too), I find it odd that he would be on an album like this, but his guitar solo is quite good. The rest of the album is very political in tone as well, minus a couple of songs, one of which is a cover of Slayer’s “Rain In Blood.” It starts off with Ice-T talking about the formation of Body Count, as I mentioned earlier, and it’s kind of cool how he talks about his thought process behind the band. He says that he wanted the band to sound like his favorite bands – Slayer, Suicidal Tendencies, and Black Sabbath. The best part of that, however, is that I can see elements of all three bands in their sound. It makes a lot of sense. Otherwise, though, a lot of songs on this album are very political, and instead of being whiny, annoying, or preachy, they actually work. I mean, Ice-T is still being Ice-T, so he’s very angry, bitter, and menacing throughout this record, but it does work well. Songs like “Black Hoodie,” and “No Lives Matter” are very poignant tracks. I mean, you have a couple songs like “Talk Shit, Get Shot,” such as “The Ski Mask Way,” as well as the more interesting and sympathetic version of that song later on in the album, “This Is Why We Ride.” That’s an interesting song, because Ice-T explains why he’s got to rob people, kill people, and all of this stuff, just to survive. Not that he actually does, but he’s writing from the perspective of people whose reality is just that.

I don’t want to oversell the lyrics on the album, by any means, because I won’t pretend that they’re super amazing, unique, eloquent, or anything like that. I can imagine people, especially very conservative people, being rather offended and shocked by this record, but one thing that I like about this album is how gung-ho and confident it is with its beliefs and messages. There’s no sugarcoating here, and while that’s fine on other projects, sometimes it’s good to just outright talk about the message that you’re trying to convey. There’s no gray area on this album, and I like that, honestly. Moving into the album’s sound, it’s also improved a bit from the last album. Not only is this LP shorter, around 41 minutes instead of 50+ minutes on Manslaughter, the sound of this album is a bit more streamlined and flowing. The band’s brand of thrash metal is a bit more melodic, and it’s more in the vein of straightforward heavy metal, but there are “thrashy” moments here and there. The instrumentation, production, and all that stuff is quite good here, and even Ice-T sounds great on this album. He’s not an amazing, stellar, and wicked rapper that spits a lot of bars, but he does exactly what’s needed here. He’s loud, in your face, and aggressive. He reminds me a lot of Public Enemy frontman Chuck D, who kind of had the same delivery in their sound, too. I’ve never listened to Ice-T’s solo work, and maybe it’s safe to say that he has the same kind of delivery, but I’m going by what I’ve heard, and he has that same delivery that Chuck D did. That’s a very good thing, too, because both vocalists demand your attention. Regardless, though, Bloodlust is a very good album. Hell, it’s great, and it’s a huge surprise, because Manslaughter was good, just not great. What a difference a few years can make, but I think it has something to do with everything going on in the world. It’s good that the band wanted to make a statement with this album, and it’s good that they’re so gung-ho about their beliefs, but it also helps that this album kicks ass in every single, way, and form.

[laberintos-espinas]

The Only Review You'll Ever Need of Blade: The Series (Part 2 of 5)

Sharp edge: The Series opens with the official valet from Spago or Planet Hollywood running down the "unending channels" set of an old Doctor Who scene as Urkel is pursuing him on a leased bike. On the off chance that you don't trust me, freeze the casing and take a gander at the tag on the bicycle - the plate spread says, "Lease the easy route with Avis."

This pursuit scene goes on so long that we're compelled to make up our own story. The main consistent explanation I can envision for Blade to pursue a valet through the labyrinth of endless channels is ensure he appropriately tipped said valet before heading out to battle wrongdoing or whatever else Blade does in his extra time. All things considered, anything less is ungentlemanly. In the end the fearless Blade does surely figure out how to pursue down the valet and get him to quit running. In any case, those Spike TV essayists sure are precarious. Rather than Blade conveying the normal tip, they start a gazing challenge. You can tell Blade from the valet in this scene of close-up eyeballs since Blade wears excessively cool shades in any event, when he is inside. At the point when the Valet squints and loses the gazing challenge Blade gets mistook and requests a little content assistance from his kindred on-screen character. "Do you realize what occurs straightaway?" he inquires.

This is the place everything gets somewhat fluffy. I'm certain that the Screen Actors Guild (SAG) has some quite extreme principles about enrollment and retaining your lines and stuff yet this Valet fella pays attention to it way as well and as opposed to being useful transforms into an absolute scoundrel by attempting to thoroughly demolish Blade WL Mobile Valeting. I realize that SAG won't let only anybody in after the Gigli Incident of 2004 yet wow! Sharp edge being excessively cool and sunglassed up effectively evades the Valet and they begin assaulting each other all Matrix-like aside from Spike can't manage the cost of the genuine embellishment so the scene looks similar to watching two alcoholic folks making their own YouTube video with Hasbro lightsabers. At long last, there must be one and the title of the show is "Sharp edge" not "Spago's Executive Valet" so the Valet gets the hatchet yet not before he uncovered a key plot component as the mystery expression "Walter Cronkite dozes at sunrise." Holy DaVinci Code what the hell is that expected to mean?

Sharp edge additionally hauls around a major sword, which is likewise called "cutting edge." In essayist's school that is called moral story which should mean profound things however in this setting it implies visit endeavors at a roundhouse kick since this is Spike TV and not some extravagant jeans school craftsmanship celebration.

Presently you need to stop now and give those Spike essayists the credit they are so lavishly due in light of the fact that they figured out how to set aside a huge amount of cash by utilizing the "splort" audio effects from the Spiderman pitch, the greater part of the Punisher outfit, Doctor Strange's enchantment bike and Nick Fury's extra parts. That resembles getting five Marvel saints in a single show and the genuine virtuoso is that they are just paying for one. I wager that made the bookkeeper need a 6-pack of Jergen's and seven days in the concentrated consideration consume unit after he made sense of that one.

While Blade gets some required rest, we switch an official of the law getting a woman of sketchy righteousness. We know it's faulty in light of the fact that the cop needs to pose her few inquiries about her prudence. He takes her to a high-class meatpacking foundation where she gets grabbed and pulled up into the roof by some arachnid people like in the Lord of the Rings yet without all that webbing and buckles and cool stuff like Frodo's blade and Frodo's shining face ointment bottle. Only for the record, Frodo's blade was named Sting yet the genuine Sting (the grappler not that excessively touchy socially cognizant vocalist) took steps to sue so they renamed it "sword" in the DVD discharge. Anyway, the faulty ideals woman shouts genuine great (one expect she got paid per shout) and we see the cop not focusing any longer since he has cop stuff to do like including the money in a dead hooker's wallet. The drawback for the cop is that hookers, as most comfort stores, don't convey more than $20 in the register and can't open the safe. Senseless cop, stunts are for kids.

In the interim, Blade has exchanged his rental bike for a tremendous 1970's model dark crapmobile and is driving it genuine quick down some abandoned hunk of abandoned street around evening time. It's the sort of vehicle that would make Batman ride a bike yet since its boisterous and has colored windows it compensates for the way that its a blazing bit of poop with a busted lifter arm. On second thought, the vehicle has shades as well. The vehicle must be unreasonably cool for different vehicles a similar way that Blade is unreasonably cool for every other person. That must be some a greater amount of that extravagant composing school stuff like onomottorrhea. It's been excessively since a long time ago something detonated. I can just envision how much better this show would have been if the vehicle talked. Darn you Anthony Daniels and your horrendous fixation on Turtle Wax.

Sharp edge sneaks into some distribution center/rave party central station to discover George Takei's nephew meandering around. We rapidly make sense of that he should be Blade's realtor and he's profoundly unamused in light of the fact that he's spent the entire day demonstrating Blade low-spending plan underground dens to frequent. Sharp edge at last chooses to move in before another person snatches the assortment of void cardboard boxes, barrels of detonating stuff and many mannequins hanging out creation the spot look all comfortable.

While Blade is setting up his sweet single man cushion, we are at long last rewarded to an injection of the trouble makers. You can tell that they are trouble makers since they are completely wearing dark however are unfathomably pale looking. The trouble makers likewise drive around in a procession. You can tell the lead trouble maker since he generally has at any rate one hot chick sticking around. Viola! The head trouble maker shoots some blockhead in the brow for being a bit excessively curious. Being a run of the mill trouble maker he stops to respect his marksmanship before withdrawing to his three vehicle motorcade and leaving.

As though this story didn't as of now have a greater number of strings than another arrangement of bed sheets, another person meanders on camera. It's some chick that is returning home from a type of broadened nonappearance or an unexpected gathering or something. Through the shrewdness utilization of flashback, slow movement and smoke machines we are informed that the new character is home from a removed desert war zone. Her folks are then promptly rewarded to a visit from the cops requesting that they distinguish a carcass. Carcass distinguishing proof used to be a most loved parlor game before the creation of Yahtzee however it is an under-appreciated skill now. A great many people don't understand exactly how well known cadaver distinguishing proof was. During the downturn, individuals would read for a considerable length of time to get an opportunity to test for the activity of janitor with the Corpse Identification Association. They got the opportunity to be so acceptable at their specific employment; they had the option to distinguish bodies before they were bodies. That is the reason they in the end went to work for the government. Heartbreakingly, the name needed to change, however the initials live on.

Before long we see seeing the dipstick that got shot before. Blessed poop this plot is authoritative up quicker than a pot of bean stew at a Shriner's show. An extra heart plug compensates your review persistence as the cop from Shelob's Lair is sticking around the funeral home. Obviously, the family dominates the match that night as they find that their child was the pleased beneficiary of .25 ounces of American lead directly between the eyes. There goes that Miss Scarlet in the library hypothesis I was chipping away at.

Somebody unquestionably got their full value out of their advanced degree as the content journalists venture down profound into our heartstrings and pluck them like an innate hick playing the banjo with his prehensile toes. We likewise discover that dipstick isn't just her family member yet her tragically deceased twin sibling. To make matters much progressively interesting we additionally observe a Sharpie tattoo on his neck. Additional unique dreadful music lined up to ensure we understand that the tattoo must be a significant and imperative hint.

[duongthanhdt]

BTS, Never Ending 180 minutes

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BTS, Never Ending 180 minutes

It was like a novel 180 minutes. ‘LOVE YOURSELF’ We decorated the US. I prove it, and I prove it.

For two and a half years I’ve been breathing (desert). Sometimes I’m tired, sometimes I’m hurt. The answer, which was the last “decisive” turning around a long way, was me.

BTS love themselves. ‘Stage’ and ‘music’. The members conveyed the message “Love me,” with eyes, mouth, and body throughout the three hours of the day.

BTS performed ‘Love You Self’ concert at the Olympic Main Stadium in Seoul Jamsil Sports Complex on the 26th. At the same time, it was the beginning of a tour around the world.

♦ The first release of new song … “Let’s enjoy the festival together”

The beginning of the festival was a new album stage. The Bangladesh Boy Scouts first unveiled a new stage for ‘Love Yourself’ Answer ‘on this day.

The title song ‘Idol’ was a brilliant act. ‘Idol’ is an African dance style song. I put Korean traditional rhythm in the African rhythm.

Percussion sound was attractive. A combination of traditional drum sounds and drum sounds came out. I got excited with drums and bass beats that were constantly laid out. Bulletproof Boys left their bodies on a drum beat.

He shook his shoulders, shouting “Dung-deok Kung” and “Ji-Hwa-ja”. The heterogeneous elements of the most Korean and African rhythms are in unusual harmony.

The performance was full of excitement. BTS danced with more than 100 dancers in the latter half. She presented African dance “Guaraguara” and Korean samulnori and mask dance.

♦ Songs with special meaning … “Sing a hope”

The witty stage was also prominent. It was ‘Save Me’. Write ‘SAVE ME’ in cursive and turn it upside down to ‘I’M FINE’. I overtook the meaning by looking at the shape of the letter. The members who cried “Save me” say, “I am fine.”

Actually, the song was also called in reverse. First, “Save ME” was a fervor. Then the song was cut off. It was connected to ‘I’m fine’ within.

The scattered members gathered together. Buu knelt down and shook his head as if he was discouraged. The members raised him up. I put my hand on my heart and shouted “I’m fine” (I’m okay).

‘Anpanman’ was also one of the impressive pieces. This song is similar to Anpanman, the weakest hero in the world, who takes his head off to the hungry. I do not have anything, but I wanted to convey hope.

Retro Hip Hop made a cheerful atmosphere. The organ sounded the atmosphere of the 90s. The atmosphere was ripe with the bursting firecrackers.

♦ The hit song parade … “Progressive bulletproof, burned up”

The hit song parade followed. First, BTS returned to their initials. I chose ‘I Need You’ which gave me the first place. Breathe with the fans and called together.

Next is the ‘run’. It ran literally. The members ran out to the protruding stage. Amy also rose from the spot. Actually, the main stadium chairs shook. The water bomb fell from the sky. It was like a midsummer night’s dream.

The highlight was the medley. Bangladeshi boycotts are hot, and the atmosphere is hot, as they call out ‘Hwangtan Boy Scouts’,’ Bullet Proof ‘,’ Burning Up ‘,’ Ami was a crucible of excitement.

“Dien” and “Fake Love” showed a powerful performance. I was thrilled with the sword. The bulletproof boy band was able to relax even in the fast beat. Rather than being dragged to the tunes, I played songs with them.

Signatures ‘I Want’ Mike Drop. It was intense. I caught my eye with a swaging lapping. Drum and bass sounded the heart. In the end, the members threw the microphone away. With a relaxed smile.

♦ ︎ appreciate confirm solo debut … “Emotion charm, rediscover”

The solo stage was also impressive. J Hope announced that it started with “Trivia: Just Dance”. We danced effortlessly even in the high stage.

I could hear the witty rap too. J Hope poured bass lap to the applause of the fans. The rhythm varied for each part. Singer and songwriter.

V seemed to be watching a play. ‘Singularity’ was a stage in the story. 2 in 1 person. The restrained performance was outstanding. I stretched out my hand and spread the mask over several.

Then I threw away the mask. Throwing away the false self that was delayed to get love. I also showed charm as a vocalist. Buzz’s bass sounded well with R & B.

Ji Min also showed emotional songs. It is a full version of ‘Serendipity’, an intro song of ‘Seung Hee’. Jimin sang under the stars in the sky embroidered. It was a dreamy atmosphere.

He had choreographed a slow beat. The groove is overflowing. The restrained performance was sexy. His emotional and delicate vocals were also perfect.

♦ The message I wanted to say … “love love love”

The leader RM’s stage was also brilliant. I called ‘Love’. I expressed the trembling of love with the softest voice in the world. Continue shouted, “Love, love, love” with fans.

Members opened fire support stage of the RM. It was the highlight of the ‘Love’ stage. Jin, Suga, J Hope, Jimin, V, and Jungkook, came up with the last part. I reached a warm hand to RM.

The healing sound of the youngest member of the country also followed. EDM pop music ‘Euphoria’ was presented. I caught the fans’ ear with sweet sound. I got rid of my feelings just before falling in love.

It was down the main vocal skills. In the latter half of the period, the station had a stable high-pitched sound. I was thrilled with the sincerity and fascination. Smooth charisma was outstanding.

Suga was a minstrel. In ‘Trivia I: Seesaw’, I challenged the song, not the rap. I likened love to a repeated seeping up and down.

The appeal of the reversal was outstanding. Suga came out on stage and danced and sang. It was a cute and soft appearance, not an intense appearance that I usually showed.

The most amazing stage was Jin. He sang the conclusion of this series as ‘Epiphany’. I challenged the pop-rock genre. Jean played the piano and started singing.

Chorus and bridges showed explosive treble. It was the moment that confirmed the capacity as a vocalist. When his song was over, the applause burst out.

♦ ︎ “Beginning and ending, Ami”

“You are our superhero. Amiga is our hero. “(BTS)

The beginning and the end were Ami. BTS sang songs for fans only. It is a ‘Magic shop’. ‘couple! Three! “Followed by a bunch of BTSs’ heart. It is based on what the RM told fans.

I talked to fans who were afraid to talk about their experiences. At that moment, the main stadium was painted with a purple amy night. The members communicated with the fans. I sang with Ami and his eyes.

Ji Min opened a chorus part. On top of that, the members were chorded. It was a perfect harmony. The bulletproof boys handed the microphone to the fans. Ami cried with tears and responded to Tantech.

We also prepared an event for fans. “I hid messages I wanted to tell Amy,” said BTS. At that time, the message “BTS ♥ ︎ARMY” appeared in the audience.

Ami made a shimmer in Ami Night. Members memorized this moment in the picture. Jimin took his own camera and shot himself.

Finally, BTS called “Answers: Love You Self”, the conclusion and answer to this series. At this moment, I laid down the splendor and sincerely sang.

BTS no longer cried. I laughed and sang. Like RM, it was sad but not sad, scary but not scary. The members looked at each other and chorded.

The members rushed to the fans in moving cars and greeted them. I wanted to turn my microphone over to the fans.

“The meaning of purple (symbolic color) is the last color (in the rainbow). Great sense. I love you. ”

“I’m so fine, you’re so fine. We’ll be full of joy. I wanted to say this. Let’s go forward while enjoying happiness for a long time. “(Suga)

“Because of Ami, I think I’m playing the piano and singing too. I am sending a hand kiss to Amy who gave me various experiences. “(Jin)

“In order to show you the best conditions, I tried not to play games but to sleep well. I want to grow more quickly. I’ll show you two or three times as hard as I am now. Thank you. ”

“I feel sorry, but this moment is joyful and happy. I am now ‘Love My Self’. I am proud of myself. I want to save myself. Amido ‘Love your self’ please. I love you. “(J. Hope)

“I missed you so much. Today is the most memorable day of memories that I have passed through this year. I wish you all had such a time. Everyone, I love you “(Ji Min)

“This summer was long, hot, and boring, but it was yesterday and today to say the best. I will remember it as the best day in the summer of 2018 until I die. You are the main character at this stage. “(RM)