#it's a great read and it has finally restarted in MELODY

[hotwaterandmilk]

Series: Kyuketsuki to Yukai na Nakama-tachi Artist: Ragawa Marimo Publication: Bessatsu Hana to Yume (07/2017) Details: Koumori Al ☆ Memo Pad Source: Scanned from my personal collection

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

How about a musician reader x character fic? Maybe a singer who performs in a cafe, or a classical musician who plays in an orchestra, or who plays in a rock band? I dunno I have a lot of ideas in my mind but I'm just too lazy to write them :D What do you think?

So here's the baseline you gave me - a musician reader fic x character. Here's what I decided to fill in for this lovely fic- a fluffy bsd collage Au where the reader is majoring in music and has the side job of a stage performer. Then, because they would match well, so I decided to go with a Fyodor x reader. Hope this is alright!

Words- 1728 ~

Hearts Composition | fyodor x musician reader | (collage Au)

Music thudded against the walls, muffled only by the thick layers that hid backstage from the audience. The aroma of heavily worn perfume surrounded people in pleasant bliss. Waitresses and waiters swayed with heavy plates rested along arms and in hands. Carrying much-wanted foods and booze to awaiting customers. The collection of accents muted under the heavy beats of taps and clicks from the metal of the dancer's shoes. Picking up a smaller wooden, finely carved, and rather expensive model of a violin, stood yourself. With a smile, your hands trailed the curves and strings of the delicate instrument. With all the work you had to do for university you had truly didn’t have time to be doing some minimum wage job. Though you didn’t care much, if you could play something, it would be fine. You performed here every once in a blue moon. You weren't one of the performers, but they would grace you with the intermission on busy nights. Much like these nights, when the crowd was full and the people rowdy and in need of constant entertainment. You could soothe those shouts and demands of perverted drunk men; Soothe the cries of broken women and rich spoiled children.

Stepping onto the wooden stage as the lights dim, allowing you the bare minimum of the peeping moonlight to find the microphone located at the center. Inhaling as your anxiety turned into bliss, you waited. As the colored light flew on, you rested your chin on the soft velvet. Holding up the bow, you set it to the strings. With a final inhale, your eyes fluttered shut as you played a classical piece; one constructed for an upcoming project that was due for your music composition class. You had nearly all the string instruments you could play finished; all but the cello. With every strum of your instrument, the crowd fell silent, enjoying the break from all the heavy excitement. Even the children's chatter soothed down, so your instrument could echo off the thin walls of the pub.

Sipping nothing but a cup of tea with a small side of biscuits, a male leaned in his seat. Sitting with a pristine, perfect posture, he listened to the soft sound. The way his violet eyes slowly lidded, and his hair fell back against his face, lit his features in a urethral, almost divine light. His mind working to recognize the piece. As an up-and-coming musician, he had several classics memorized. He could join in by ear, or even write out the full pieces without needing to see the original sheet music. This piece wasn’t something he recognized, could it be an original piece?

If you were to open your eyes as you neared the end of the first piece, you would notice his gaze rested on you. Eyes open halfway with hidden interest, and yet, the stare was attractive. The blank look that hid everything beneath a mask laid strewn across his features. As you finished and stood up, surrounded by applause, he watched your every stride. It was funny, he thought he could almost recognize you.

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With shaking hands, your fingers typed within a group chat of other college students you had met and become close to. “I’m so nervous. I have to hand in that piece today. I pulled an all-nighter trying to decide on the cello part, but nothing sounded right, so now I might not get a full mark.” You could hear the whine through the text. When replies of good luck came to you, except for two replies, you chuckled. One read “could always just die before handing it in.” Another wrote, “I've got the wine ready.” laughing to yourself as you walked into the classroom and set down the folder in the bin. Glancing through the room, you took a seat with your head down. It was unusual for you to arrive early to class, but your anxiety with this project was slowly picking at you to just get there and hand it in. With twenty minutes till class started, you decided to pull out your laptop and listen to the recording from last week.

Taking out your notebook, you started jotting notes about small things to improve, and things you hated about your performances. You didn’t notice somebody else enter the classroom rather early. Carrying his bag, he set it down at one of the desks before the sound of a violin entered his ears. Sitting down he listened to the melody you had played several nights before. As the piece finished, his eyes traveled to the bin. Now understanding where you had gotten the piece from, he sighed. “You’re not half bad, you played a little flat, but it sounds okay. Becoming a flustered disaster, you froze glancing over to him. This wasn’t the first time you had noticed him in class, he was hard to miss. His completely perfect grades, perfect posture, and looks made him stand out. Not only that, but he had strong ideals and his debate skills could sway anybody. Though, you knew it wasn’t really skill, more manipulation. To add to everything his Russian accent stuck out with every word he spoke. “Could you play that again?” hesitating at first you restarted the piece.

He took out a blank piece of sheet music and started scribbling down notes. As if memorizing the piece, he tapped his fingers before bringing his thumb to his mouth and chewing on it. Tapping his foot as the piece came to an end, he glanced at the time before walking over to one of the room's cellos. His face resembled discontent as he looked at it. Looking to where he sat, you realized he didn’t have his with him. You presumed it had to do with the instrument being heavy and somewhat large. Though for somebody of his height, it may not be that big of a deal. Perhaps he didn’t want to lug it around with him, considering he had all of those other books for classes. “So uh, why did you want to hear it again?” you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck as you watched him strum a few strings. He was checking the accuracy and pitch of the notes. With a contempt sigh, he shrugged.

“Your writing is considerably well done. I wished to try something that is all.” He did not shed a glance as he sat down and ran the bow across the strings. The sound was heaven within your ears, but to him, it was nothing but ordinary. The sound of a well-made expensive Russian model, the model he owned, was much better than this school-provided variant. As the melody played, you recognized it as your piece. Smiling slightly as your eyes sparkled. You bolted from your seat to grab your folder; the music that was due in 10 minutes.

Looking over the cello part you had constructed, you changed the key signature to hold a few new sharps and took away some of the flats. Boldly, you handed the male the sheet music and pointed as if asking "Is this the piece you were playing?" Setting the cello aside, he ran a finger over the bars with a nod. “So that’s what I was missing! You're a god at memorizing and creating. Now I'm excited to see what you concocted for the presentation.” You smiled lightly before placing the folder in the bin. “Oh, I never got your name. I’m-” he cut you off before you could formally introduce yourself.

“You’re y/n. I do pay attention to people who aren't a complete waste of time.” The layers of his ego began to shine through his solid expression. The way you'd called him god just then, was another layer added to the ever-growing ego this man had. He thought he was above everybody else; he indeed was. In every way possible, he was above the normal human. With an exceptionally sharp mind, emotionless facade, and a spin of extraordinary talents, he was a god among men. “I’m taken aback, you don’t know me.” frowning you sat back at your desk. Leaning your head against the palm of your hand with a frown, you clicked your tongue.

Coming up with a sharp reply, you rolled your eyes. “Please, who doesn't know the great Dostoevsky. You’re only at the top of our class. Correcting myself before you can, the top in everything.” He snickered his brows raising in interest. His lips curled into a smirk moments before breaking to speak to you again.

“Consider your words before speaking. That wasn’t exactly the best wording to say "I'm better than everybody at everything.” It took you several seconds to realize what had gone through his head. Of course, he understood what you were saying, but he also managed to nitpick everything.

Blushing you placed your hands in front of your face. “I didn't think about it because that’s not what I was saying!” he snickered again. Listening to him stand you peeked from your hands to watch him set away the cello and bow.

“How often do you perform at that pub?” He switched the discussion relatively quickly. But with the sudden pause of your reaction and the setting away of the instrument, it flowed nicely with the conversation.

“Once or twice a month?” You answer honestly. A bit upset by the lack of real performances you had.

“Next time, I'll reserve something, and we’ll set something up. I want to see if you can play something… difficult.” It wasn't much of a question, more a demand. Nodding you wrote down your number, sliding it to the student with a smile as the bell rang.

For the next week, the two of you met in the unused rooms Fyodor managed to snag for practicing. He often shook his head at your way of playing. He did compliment the several different instruments you would take with you. From the cello to the violin, there wasn’t much you couldn’t play. Each was expertly designed and crafted to fit your arm length and height. Custom made and shipped from all over the world. Eventually, it became a routine, going to his concerts as he attended yours. While you praised how good he was, he would find the smallest mistakes to condemn you about.

[musicalexplanations]

Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812

A song-by-song explanation of The Great Comet!

Broadway Recordings Spotify Link

Lyrics

Cast members are listed as those in the Broadway recordings!

Prologue: this song is almost exactly as it sounds. A prologue. It sets the stage for the rest of the musical. It’s sung by the whole cast, with introductions to each of the main characters, including Pierre, Natasha, Andrey, Sonya, Marya, Anatole, Hélène, Dolokhov, Bolkonsky, Mary, and Balaga. It goes like this:

Pierre (Josh Groban): Pierre is the sad guy who basically narrates the whole thing. Natasha (Denée Benton): Natasha is the main character. She is engaged to Andrey, who is away, fighting in the war. She goes by Natasha, Natalie, Natalya, etc. Andrey (Nicholas Belton): Andrey is the man Natasha is engaged to. He’s away fighting the war. Sonya (Brittain Ashford): Sonya is Natasha’s cousin and closest friend. Marya (Grace McLean): Marya is Natasha’s strict godmother. Anatole (Lucas Steele): Anatole is a major playa.  Hélène (Amber Gray): Hélène is married to Pierre. She is also Anatole’s sister. She’s a slut (as labeled by this song). Dolokhov (Nick Choski): Dolokhov is Anatole’s good friend. Bolkonsky (Nicholas Belton): Bolkonsky is Andrey and Mary’s father. He is old and rude. Mary (Gelsey Bell): Mary is Bolkonsky’s daughter, Andrey’s sister, and Natasha’s future sister-in-law. Balaga (Paul Pinto): He is literally just for fun. He’s just there. He drives a troika for part of the musical.

Pierre: This song is mostly just here to introduce Pierre a little more. The gist of it is that he’s sad and rich and lonely and drunk most of the time. He feels guilty that his friend Andrey is off fighting the war and he’s sitting at home wallowing in his wealth. 

Moscow: While Natasha waits for Andrey to return home from the war, her and her cousin Sonya go to stay with Natasha’s godmother Marya in Moscow. This song is basically just Marya welcoming Natasha and Sonya to Moscow. Marya also has a conversation with Natasha about how Bolkonsky doesn’t like that Andrey is engaged to Natasha, but if Natasha can make a good impression on Mary that all will be well. 

The Private and Intimate Life of the House: This is a look at what goes on in the Bolkonsky household while others aren’t around. The elder Bolkonsky is kind of a meanie, not gonna lie. It’s obvious that Bolkonsky definitely does not like Natasha right from the start, just like Marya predicted. Mary feels bad about her father’s declining mental state.

Natasha & Bolkonskys: This song is the initial meeting between Natasha and the Bolkonskys. From the very start, both parties do not like each other. Founded in jealousy and outdated prejudices, Natasha and Mary fight. There is some BEAUTIFUL dissonance between Natasha and Mary which is some really fun tone painting in the actual music. Also mentioned: Bolkonsky meeting Natasha in his underwear because he does not feel like she deserves the privilege of seeing him fully clothed. 

No One Else: In my opinion, this is THE song of the musical. After Natasha is finished meeting the Bolkonsky family, she longs to see Andrey. It’s a pure and elegant song of love and longing and it’s stunning melody will make you feel just like the lovesick girl that Natasha really is. 

The Opera: Natasha and Sonya go to the opera and everyone is shocked at the presence of two pretty girls in Moscow. Here we’re introduced to Dolokhov, Anatole, and  Hélène. Natasha is instantly impressed with Anatole and it’s obvious he’s impressed with her. 

Natasha & Anatole: This song is about Natasha and Anatole’s first meeting. Anatole invites Natasha to a costume ball that’s happening and there’s obvious attraction. Enough said. 

The Duel: This song is a bit confusing, but it’s basically a fight (duel, hence the name of the song) between Pierre and Dolokhov over Pierre’s wife Hélène. Hélène and Pierre are having marital problems (but let’s be real, when are they not?) and Dolokhov gets involved in the wrong moment. In a gunfight, Pierre fires a gunshot at Dolokhov and hits him, although not fatally. People leave the room, and come back in, and eventually it’s Anatole telling Hélène how infatuated he is with Natasha. Hélène tells him (in true slut-Hélène fashion) that he’d better wait until she’s married. He ends the song by proposing he ask her to dinner.

Dust and Ashes: This song is sung by Pierre, a lamentation of how depressing his life is. It ends on a positive note, however, with Pierre committing to making his life better. 

Sunday Morning: Natasha longs to see Andrey and Marya takes Natasha to church with her. Natasha, Sonya, and Marya talk bad about Bolkonsky after church is over.

Charming: This song is sung mostly by Hélène and a little bit by Natasha. Here, Hélène convinces Natasha to attend a costume ball at her house that night. (She definitely WASN’T commissioned to ask Natasha to the ball by her brother Anatole ;) )

The Ball: Here is Natasha and Anatole’s first ‘real’ date. It is, namely, at the costume ball held at Hélène and Anatole’s house. Natasha and Anatole kiss, say I love you, blah blah blah UNTIL Natasha mentions her engagement to Andrey. Anatole pushes it aside and they pledge their undying devotion to each other (despite only having had one real conversation).

Letters: This song is performed in almost the same manner as Prologue, with the whole cast on the main part and solos given to the main characters. Natasha struggles, starting and restarting a letter to Andrey over and over throughout the song. Anatole writes a love letter to Natasha and convinces her that he loves her. The song ends with Natasha falling asleep as Sonya arrives and reads Anatole’s letter. 

Sonya & Natasha: This song is a conversation between Natasha and the only true voice of reason in her life at the moment, Sonya. Natasha is ecstatic to hear that Sonya read Anatole’s letter, as she feels that she has hid her love for Anatole for far too long. Sonya, being reasonable, says ‘girl, you’ve only known this guy for three days, you can’t possibly be in love with him,’ and Natasha counters with ‘well it FEELS like I’ve known him for a hundred years’. Sonya has to make the decision between saving Natasha from the mistake of marrying Anatole but losing her friend, or keeping her friend but allowing her to make the mistake of marrying Anatole. The song ends with Natasha sending a letter to Mary, breaking off her engagement to Andrey. 

Sonya Alone: This song is sung by Sonya (alone), really as a type of platonic love song to Natasha. She is committed to protecting Natasha, even if Natasha will never say her name again. 

Preparations: This is an important song. It starts off with a conversation between Pierre and Anatole. Anatole tells Pierre that he and Natasha plan on eloping in Poland. HOWEVER, Pierre calls Anatole a fool, as he is already married. On the day that Sonya plans to save Natasha from this mistake, Anatole and Dolokhov plan to kidnap Natasha before Sonya can get to her. Dolokhov, however, starts to think a little more, and talks about the risks of the plan, including but not limited to: the fact that Anatole is married, the potential of the elopement not being valid, etc, all of which Anatole blatantly IGNORES. The song ends with the arrival of the troika driver, Balaga. 

Balaga: This song is really just for fun. A conversation between Anatole, Dolokhov, and Balaga on the way to go get Natasha. 

The Abduction: Here is where the aforementioned abduction plan takes place. Well, almost takes place. Anatole and Dolokhov are blocked from entering the house by the heroic Marya.

In My House: Marya is upset. Understandably, I would say. Despite the reason, Natasha is upset that Marya got in between her and Anatole, and sits by the window, waiting for her love to return. 

A Call to Pierre: This song is a conversation between Pierre and Marya, where they fill each other in on all the gaps in their collective knowledge. The biggest bombshell that is dropped is that Anatole is already married. Marya suggests that Andrey may be killed after a duel between him and Anatole when Andrey returns home from the war. 

Find Anatole: Here, everyone is looking for Anatole, Anatole is looking for Natasha, and Marya tells Natasha that Anatole is married. Hélène wants to have a conversation with Pierre, but he refuses, knowing that she was, at least in part, a piece of the relationship between Anatole and Natasha. The song ends at the beginning of a conversation between Pierre and Anatole. 

Pierre & Anatole: Pierre and Anatole fight over how Anatole has treated Natasha, mostly in that he is already married and planned to also marry Natasha. Pierre basically threatens Anatole, telling him to leave Moscow and never make contact with Natasha again. Anatole ends up leaving for Petersburg. 

Natasha Very Ill: This is sung by Sonya, telling of how Natasha has poisoned herself with arsenic. She told Sonya what she did and became very ill. The doctors gave her the antidote and she’ll be fine, but it’s still upsetting to Sonya, as she hates seeing Natasha this weak, and she dreads the return of Andrey. 

Pierre & Andrey: Andrey finally makes an appearance! He has returned from the war and this song is showing his reunion with Pierre. Pierre updates him on the status of Natasha and Andrey states that he cannot ask for Natasha’s hand in marriage again. 

Pierre & Natasha: Pierre comes over to Marya’s house to deliver the news to Natasha, that Andrey is not going to ask for her hand in marriage again, and to return his letters. She begs Pierre to ask Andrey’s forgiveness through him, and doesn’t expect anything from him, just hopes for him to forgive her. Pierre reveals that, in another life, he would ask for her hand in marriage. Having cleared the air, Pierre and Natasha both end the conversation on a positive and almost joyful note. 

The Great Comet of 1812: Pierre walks out of Marya’s house, onto the street to see the Great Comet of 1812 passing in the night sky above. For most people, they believed the comet to be a sign of the end of the world, but Pierre took it as a new beginning, a sign to finally start living life honestly. 

BONUS - The Epilogue: A hopeful ending (added later) to a dramatic story.

[sincerelynamkook]

Sincerely, Jungkook

Jungkook x Reader First POV

Genre: Soft/Fluff/Romance Word Count: 2693

Playlist: “Dear No One” by Tori Kelly // ��Best Part” by Daniel Caesar ft HER

On a rainy day you receive a letter from the one whom your soul longs for...

Day 365. 

I stare outside my window, soothed as I listen to the rain fall down. It’s a cold and gloomy day, perfect for my melancholic mood. I’ve done a great job of forgetting about him. But he comes to the front of my mind whenever I hear the word honey or when I see Twinkies as I’m grocery shopping or every time I hear Tori Kelly sing, and that last one sucks the most because I love her music. But other than that, I had moved on. 

 But today I can’t stop thinking about him. I keep wondering if he’s moved on too. Is he eating okay? Is he sleeping okay? He always had trouble falling asleep, always thinking of something to do instead of getting enough rest. Does he have someone new in his life? Does someone else hold the key to his heart?

It’s been a year. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 minutes since I last saw him. 

Don’t you mean since you broke up with him? That question haunts me daily. I constantly ask myself if I did the right thing. He tried to reassure me that we could make things work but I also knew he and the boys were only just beginning their journey as artists. I knew they were destined for greatness and the daily news articles and trending hashtags will tell you I was right. They are all out here breaking records and boundaries every day. I know if he had stayed with me I would’ve only been a burden. 

A knock at my door breaks me away from my grieving thoughts. I open it to find a courier guy.

“Y/N?” he asks as he looks down at the name on the small package.

“Yes, that’s me.” He has me sign the slip and hands me the package. 

I walk back inside and head over to my living room, making sure to grab a scissor from the kitchen so I can open the package. 

I sit on my couch getting ready to open the box when I see the return address, “GCF” and I freeze, the scissor slipping from my hand. 

Why? What? How? Huh?

I’m at a loss for words. How did he even get my address? Why now? Why is he reaching out to me TODAY of all days? What the actual fuck?

I feel myself start to panic. Breathe I tell myself. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths until I’m a bit calmer. I open the package and the only things are a letter and a DVD titled “365.”

I grab my laptop and insert the DVD to watch it but then I change my mind and decide to read the letter first. I take a deep breath and begin to read:

“My sweet Honey,” a small smile forms on my lips remembering how he would sing Kehlani’s Honey when he would call me this, especially when I was ignoring him because he knew it would make me smile big. 

“Did you know I fell in love with you before I even saw you? The sweet sound of your melodic voice stopped me in my tracks on that warm night in Malta. I was putting away my camera while I was walking back to my car, done with filming some footage for the day when I happened to walk by a busking with a small audience. I didn’t pay it any mind because no one was singing yet, but as I walked a few feet past it I heard you whisper a sweet letter to me. 

‘Dear no one, this is your love song’ I stopped walking, feet glued to the floor. Your voice was sweet, like dripping honey. I felt goosebumps rise down my arms as I slowly turned around. I still couldn’t see you because the audience got bigger, probably due to your voice being like a sirens call to all of the town. I started to take out my camera as I walked back towards you. Your voice kept pulling me closer and closer until I could see you in the small screen of my DSLR. I squeezed my way through the crowd, wanting to be front and center. Is this how Army feels when they see us perform? Like they can’t breathe until they’re inches away from the stage? I was having difficulty breathing, I felt dizzy, but the moment I saw you...the moment I saw you with your eyes closed, hair dancing in the wind as you hit those notes in a breathy whisper, I felt like I could breathe again. That breath I was finally able to take made me realize I hadn’t been breathing all my life. 

I recorded your entire performance that night. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, especially seeing you in your element as you sang about how you were independent but wanted someone to give you his jacket when you were cold. All I could think about was how I wanted to be that someone for you. 

When you finished the song, you opened your eyes and shyly smiled as you saw how big the crowd was. Your facial expression in that moment...seeing how humble you were and realizing how passionate you were about your talent, had me in awe. Someone in the crowd started chanting “encore encore” which made you giggle...my heart burst. I remember feeling this sudden urge to sing with you which is why I got up and walked to the other mic stand to the left of you. I looked over at you to find you looking at me with a puzzled expression as I asked you in a whisper, “do you know ‘Best Part’ by Daniel Caesar.’ The guitarist started to play the melody and we began to sing. Singing with you was the highlight of my trip and if I could go back to the moment I would relive it a thousand times.” 

I close my eyes as I start to hum the song, bringing me back to that memory. I was a bit nervous singing with this complete stranger who I had noticed walking down the block before I started to perform. He was in all black, with a bucket hat on his head which was big enough to cover his face, and he was focused on a camera. The look of determination on his face piqued my interest, but I forgot about him as soon as I started to sing. At the time I wasn’t looking for anyone, but seems like fate had something different planned for me because that’s when he came to me. 

When he got close to me and whispered if I knew Best Part my heart skipped a beat, almost as if it was restarting into a heart that belonged to him. When he started to sing “Best Part” and I heard his soft voice sing “it’s this sunrise and those brown eyes, you’re the one I desire” I looked over to find him looking at me as if he had known me all his life. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and a pull on my heart strings. I feel my heart strings get tighter as I recall the memories and emotions from that day. It’s too much for me to dwell on so I go back to reading the letter:

“Asking you out that day was the best decision of my life. That year we spent together was and still is one of the most memorable and most cherished years of my life. My brothers and I have done a lot of great things with our music and every moment we spend with Army is a moment I’ll never forget, but it still doesn’t reach the level of happiness I had when I had you by my side. 

You were and still are the love of my life. I now understand why you broke up with me. Your poor excuse of being too different and not fitting into my lifestyle was bullshit and you know it.” I chuckle softly because he’s right. 

“I’m not going to lie and say a day didn’t go by where I didn’t miss you. Even during my busiest schedules, I still thought of you every day. Every sip of coffee would remind me of you. The image of your nose scrunch whenever you’d take a sip of my Americano due to it’s bitter taste would come to mind. I still don’t understand why you’d drink my coffee knowing you’d rather drink sugar with a splash of coffee. I’d think of you every time it’d rain. Those tour dates in Europe were the hardest for me. Although, while performing I’d put memories of you to the back of my mind, as soon as I left the venue and into the pouring rain, images of you running in the rain would come to mind. I must have been crazy for you to book that rose latte cafe that had just opened up in Itaewon at midnight, just to be able to go with you. To see that beautiful smile on your face and admire the way it would light up every time you’d obsess over a cafe’s aesthetic. But my favorite moment from that whole night was running hand in hand with you  to my car because we had to park half a mile away. The way you laughed as you tried to cover your hair with our hands, the way you cutely ‘yelled’ at me when I jumped into a puddle and splashed you, the way you looked at me when we stood outside my car in the rain. I can still feel the cold touch of your soft cheek as I held it in my hand and gently kissed you.”

I put the letter down and take a deep breath. Rainy days are the hardest for me for that same reason, and knowing that he was also hurting and struggling just as I was breaks my heart all over again. I pick up the letter again and am relieved to see that I'm almost done reading it. 

“Rainy days will always be bittersweet for me, because they remind me of what I had and lost. Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t fight for you, for us. I’m sorry it took me a whole year to pick up my boxing gloves and get in the ring to fight the match that is us. I’m settled in my career now so there really is no excuse you can give me that would keep me away from coming after you, and even once I have you in my arms again for good, I’ll continue fighting all my life to show you how much I love you. Knowing you, you probably read this letter first, so now I’m asking you to watch the DVD.”

I wipe the tears that are running down my face with my sweater sleeves and press play on my computer to start the film. 

It opens up to an empty studio room, and after a closer inspection I realize it’s Jungkook's old studio at their old building. I hear a piano rendition of “Best Part” start playing softly and I can bet my life that he had Yoongi make this version for him. My heart aches and I rub my chest softly trying to ease away the pain. 

“Testing testing 1 2 3.” I hear his soft voice first, and then I see him come out from behind the camera to sit in his chair. His hair is unruly, face bare, and he’s wearing my favorite yellow hoodie. He bites his lip nervously and then leans on his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He sniffs a few times, god how I miss him. 

“Day 1. Day 1 of being without you. Day 1 of missing you. Day 1 of waking up without you next to me, of not cracking jokes until you wake up to hit me with your pillow.” Not being able to see through my tears, I hit pause. He didn’t. He did not make what I think he made. I fast forward a few minutes and hit play. 

“Day 15. Day 15 and I still miss you. I could still smell the scent of your perfume in my closet this morning when I was getting dressed. 15 days and I could finally drink a whole grande iced Americano.” Shut the fuck up. No, he didn’t. With more tears running down my face I fast-forward some more and hit play once again. 

“Day 256. I thought I was getting better, finally moving on, but it rained today.” Fuck. He did. He really made a video journal of everyday we were apart. The ache in my heart is too strong, no amount of rubbing my chest will ease the ache away. I stare at his handsome face on my screen. His hair is longer and curlier, his fingers accessorized with multiple silver rings run over his lips back and forth. I notice a new piercing on his left ear. But it’s the look of sadness on his face, the look of grief that guts me. Hurting all this time made me ignore the fact that he too was probably hurting just as much as me. The tears won’t stop coming and next thing I know I am full on sobbing. Sobbing for the broken boy on my screen, for the broken promises we made to each other, sobbing for my own heartbreak. I notice there are a few more minutes left of the video so I fast forward a little more and hit play one last time. 

“Day 365. It’s been a whole year since I started missing you. A whole year where I grieved for us. It took me a whole year, 365 days, to realize I can’t live without you. I know you still keep in touch with Jimin and that’s how I know you still miss me.” He says this last part in a cocky tone, smirking while doing so which makes me smile through my tears.

“I didn’t think I was going to send you this log until 3 months ago when I realized you were it for me. My heartstrings are pulled every time I think of you or every time I hear your name, meaning our red threads are still connected even after a year of not being together. We would be crazy to go our whole lives with our threads trying to pull us back together. Y/N, I loved you the minute I heard your voice back in Malta all that time ago, I loved you the day you left me, I love you every time it rains, I love you every second of every day. If you still love me, open the door when you hear your doorbell ring today.” The video ends with “Dear No One” playing softly and then I hear Jungkook start to sing the song. Grabbing some tissues, I wipe my face and try to stop the tears from falling, my heart stopping when the doorbell rings. My breathing stops as I just stare at the door. The doorbell rings again and I jump up from my couch and slowly walk to the door. Holding the door knob for a few seconds, I close my eyes and take one final deep breath. 

I see him standing there right in front of me. Hair wet from the rain, hands in his pockets, leather jacket hiding his torso. He smiles softly at me and takes one step closer, then another, then another until he’s one step away from me. He brings his hand out of his pocket and softly caresses my cheek, wiping a tear that had escaped. 

In his sweet soothing voice, he whispers, “Did you ever find your ‘no one’?

Closing my eyes, I bring up my hand to squeeze his that’s still touching my cheek. I lean into our hands and opening my eyes I softly whisper back, “I did. He’s standing right in front of me.”

[alchemist-shizun]

A song to fix what’s wrong (Take what’s broken make it whole)

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Word Count: 4,525

Taglist: @max-is-tired @bookwormscififan

Characters: Cecil, Carlos, (others briefly or only mentioned)

Pairing(s): Are you even asking. Cecilos

Warning(s): Crying, Negative thoughts (not too deep), Blood mention, Death mention (minor), Kissing, Swearing (once, during narration)

and yours truly, heavily projecting

Summary: A review of a relationship, a retelling of a story already told. You know how it goes, all you need to do is … dive into the symphony and let yourself swim around the sweetest and hardest events.

A/N: Me? Putting 4 songs in a single fic? More likely than my fake originality makes you think. Song lyrics used for the fic is the english cover of Fuyu no Hanashi by Nordex, I recommend you listen to it. (Original can be found here.) Alright so this basically leads up to the 70th episode, there might be some references to the first episodes too, let’s say it’s a very tiny review of a large amount of time. There’s a moment towards that is not chronologically put compared to the scene after it but yeah, just think of the points of view as their own little stories. Also the more I wrote this the more I didn’t realize I was typing down some exact feelings and thoughts I didn’t even remember they had. I’m basically connected, help. Well without any further ado, hope you enjoy~

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❝ I’d die for you any day My life’s over anyway Lets go to the empty park And talk ‘til it’s really dark. ❞

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Just like the snow that won’t completely melt away

I keep with me these feelings deep inside.

Just let me know the words.

How dare he? How could he have done that to him?

Cecil was pacing down the hall heading towards his workplace, with a hand through his hair and a huff forming on his lips.

There was literally no need for him to be able to do that and yet he still had the audacity to turn his heart into a puddle of overwhelming sensations.

He had to come there, with his perfect hair, perfect coat, and perfect being, claim he was a scientist with his perfectly smart words and arguments and ruin the peace for his and the town’s heartbeats.

But mostly his.

The frequency with which his flow of thoughts constantly derailed from his regular ones to the most admiring observations about the scientist couldn’t help but grow with every week he spent in their town.

Cecil was happy to report any news or confirmed rumors about Carlos, anything would have resulted in creating a joyful aura around the recording room. And the citizens were definitely noticing a smile in his voice whenever they heard him talk about Carlos.

It was like a blow of the wind during a blazing hot day in the middle of the warmest summer day. Not only satisfying, but also you don’t realize how much you had needed it until you notice the way it makes you feel so much better.

And the great amount you miss it when it’s gone.

But how could Cecil express that if he yet had no clue of the other’s considerations of him?

Sure, they had talked more than once, he had even left him his phone number, but … there hadn’t been any significant turns since there.

No talk of weekend plans either, sadly.

Should he have just … shoved it all down? What kind of nonsense was that? There was no way he would have succeeded. With so much increasing appreciation, he was only going to explode.

And then, something finally happened.

The voicemails, the ones he had shared with his listeners. The squealing he may or may not have recorded right onto the mic, too.

Out of all people. Carlos had decided to call him.

It was when time had started to stop. Slow down … restart again? He could not tell.

Furthermore, they had even talked on the phone and agreed to meet up the day after, it all sounded like Cecil was finally getting the shift of his life.

As much as he sounded so ingenuous around Carlos. But hey, he was panicking, okay?

It could happen even to the best of the radio hosts who’s able to talk to a multitude of people at once without failing a beat.

He could do this, he had the words.

Should I just close now the door that guards strongly this love?

You’re my everything and now my soul keeps calling for you

There was something Carlos most definitely didn’t notice.

All he had done until then was partaking into all the experiments and research he could have, studying one of the most scientifically interesting places he’d ever been to.

He thought that was all that it was to him.

And yet …

After that one day, he kept going back to him.

They had met, they had talked, Cecil had been certainly useful in giving him some fundamental information on the town and other important contacts he still didn’t have.

It was also nice because … well, with his team of other valuable scientists, it was easier to get lost in confronting each other’s thoughts and hypothesis. With Cecil, on the other hand, he could have done that for hours, rambling about things he loved and his interlocutor probably didn’t understand and still feel like he was listened to thoroughly.

It was kind of endearing when Cecil kept nodding, but with a confused expression adorning his face.

He kept going back, again.

But, as we mentioned, there was something he didn’t notice about himself.

More than often he called with the excuse of using him as a mean of reaching for all the citizens to get the word of a discovery out, or looking for some of their knowledge.

He liked his excitement when Cecil answered.

He also liked his name, he had thought to himself once. It was like a melody.

Nonetheless, he had no idea where that came from. Did he hear that in a musical? About another town … way down somewhere?

Anytime he confronted his feelings, that was what happened. He involuntarily diverted them; his process of thinking had always been pretty fast, so much that his talking was unstoppable during an epiphany or breakthrough.

Eventually, his subconscious would have arisen, slapped him in the face, and yelled at him to face those feelings for once instead of solely focusing on science.

Which finally happened during the attack of tiny men at the Bowling Alley. He knew he was going to put himself in danger acting that way.

There was nothing to fear, huh?

It would have been grave danger too, if the Apache Tracker hadn’t jumped and taken the hits in his place.

This is something that makes you wonder. About your condition, about how you could have died in a matter of seconds if the projectiles had been that tiny bit more to the left.

About your life and where you are now and how it could have drastically changed. It was like a near-death experience. It fueled his deepest impulsive thoughts to burst at once.

If he had died back then, be wouldn’t have finished his research. He wouldn’t have known anything more about the town, anything more about the bizarre happenings around it. About the citizens. About Cecil.

Cecil. He needed to see Cecil, even if it meant ripping him from his desk, he needed the comfort he was sure he could find in him. He needed to let him know he treasured him.

Not many words came, in the end.

They just stared into the distant nothingness, Cecil’s head resting on his shoulder.

And Carlos, who had imperceptibly sighed, finally found the place to smile.

And now I am completely in love

Just walk right now along with me

Through all the ways that we can go

I ask right now: don’t let me go?

Cecil still couldn’t believe he had had a date with the most stupendous scientist he had ever met. He was still baffled by the fact that he had met him at all.

And yet there they were, filled with pleasant food thanks to the Italian restaurant, walking around town with their arms sometimes linked, fingers sometimes intertwining, eyes going to the sky and smiling as they caught blinking lights or each other’s stare.

Wonderful, a wonderful night indeed that couldn’t have ended better. Or so Cecil thought.

Because when he had driven him home, Carlos had hesitated in his seat. Cecil was about to ask him what was the matter, when the scientist turned to face him and leaned forward, placing a hand on his shoulder that was too soon torn away.

Soft lips were placed on his for a brief moment that didn’t even feel real.

Cecil could only stare in Carlos’s direction as he bid his farewell and disappeared behind closed doors.

All too soon.

Were he to be more lucid, he would have probably begged him not to let go in such a short amount of time. He didn’t even want him to go just yet …

Cecil could have even gotten out of his car and knock on his door, wrap his arms around Carlos and never, ever, leave his side.

Instead, he turned on the engine and shook off those musings from his mind. That was when he had realized he had fallen even deeper in love all over again.

With no goodbyes or moving on

Just stay with me wherever I go

Don’t let me be alone

Carlos knew it was disappointing.

Their relationship had been going wonderfully and having distance separate them was one of the worst things that could have happened, especially now that they were so used to living together.

He couldn’t count the times Cecil had warned him to be careful in that Desert Otherworld where everything seemed to work for a reason he was still working on.

He was by Dana’s side one of the first times he had been able to pay a visit as a hologram.

Such a mess had been going down in Night Vale right then, with all that Strexcorp issue to be solved.

Yet, he was still the one to be reminded of mindfulness.

« Don’t worry Cecil. » he had told him, the ringing of his words still clear in his mind. « A scientist is always fine. »

He firmly believed that was going to be true, in the long run. Not too long would have passed before he could have been back.

Loneliness couldn’t be a thing when they still could call each other and digitally see each other, right?

The spell or maybe curse has not been broken yet

I’m still holding the baggage that I had

Just please relieve this pain

It was so hard. So so hard, on Cecil’s part. He couldn’t help but still feel like Carlos was trapped in that desert, never to find or trust old oak doors again.

The more time he spent away, the more Cecil’s mind wandered about other thoughts than what he should have been focusing on.

Focusing was something impossible, at the time.

Everything seemed impossible, burdening, complicated.

Things he loved doing, forgotten. Uncared for. He felt so off any suggestion wouldn’t have been a good enough distraction.

He couldn’t stop the tension in his body, the lingering feeling of restlessness, waiting for something that never came, disappointing himself for dreaming of things he couldn’t obtain just yet.

Yes, obviously, he should have been happy Carlos was going to make the most important breakthrough in his life, but … not having him by his side every now and then was simply painful.

It was as if some kind of malevolent deity had been watching him and laughing by themselves at his misfortune.

And yet, their love seemed to be growing forevermore, not an inch too little or too much, but the exact amount both of them needed. It was soft and enough and they knew, which was everything that sustained them and told them to carry on and store their strongest feelings for the moment in which they’d have been able to finally see each other again.

If only … if only there could have been an easy way to get rid of all the doubtful and unhappy feelings that stuck to his brain.

He didn’t trust himself to be able to get through the days with the same attitude anymore.

Didn’t trust his mind, most of all.

Wasn’t there a service to get read of his thoughts in the most brutal manner for at least a small amount of days?

Hey, what’s our future?

What should I keep on waiting for?

What am I supposed to find in this cold place, let me know?

It was all going so smoothly.

Sometimes it happened. You think you’re doing just fine and then, one day, the world comes crashing all at once.

A multitude of good days eventually results in one of the worst ones of your life and you’re left to think “Where did I go wrong? Why do I deserve this? Do I even deserve this?”

Carlos had been basically running around all day, chasing Doug and Alisha down with their army of giants, who were continuously charging other beings who dared to wander around the limits of their land.

No moment of peace could be found, no place to rest, no listening to him!

It was insane, they still attacked even when their conditions appeared to be grave and unbearable.

The kitchen counter had already been torn to pieces when the group decided to head for the battle again, Carlos resigned to sigh heavily and not follow this time.

It had been much better when Cecil stayed there. Maybe … he should have stayed even later.

What was even bound to happen there anymore? Could he have carried on with his research when he had to tend to an entire army that was there to protect and help him, in their own ways?

Lately in those days he had felt off. The excitement for his work was still there, of course, but the emptiness from when he had woken up still lingered.

Was taking Cecil there a good idea?

Looking outside, he saw the army retiring to his place, some completely covered in blood, some severely injured.

Doubt came in.

For a moment, he tried to ignore it.

He picked up the phone and got back to Kevin’s reporting.

The tears are falling from my eyes

They’re freezing everything inside

How much could someone fool their mind before the world came crashing down on them altogether, on the verge of falling apart and with nothing and none to stop the feeling of impending doom upon them?

It was a question Cecil had been wondering for quite some time by then, in all its varying forms.

And how much longer until the minimal inconvenience was going to break him apart?

He had been … so proud of that painting. Few were the times in which he took one of his works with him at the radio station, they were mostly things that reminded him of Khoshekh.

But then, yeah. He needed to be reminded of happiness. Joy. Carlos. All the feelings that he brought him and never ceased to twist his insides in a pleasant manner.

And as he looked at the painting while sitting at his desk, the more he felt like he could enter that dimension and reach him if he were to brush the surface of the canvas.

His feet moved by themselves: it was the weather report anyway. He had time for some musing; he held his hand out and stretched to the landscape.

Yet, the colors only warmed under his touch. And nothing else happened.

Except for a loud crash against that same wall as soon as he had stepped away from it.

Wide eyes went over the destruction laid upon them, steps still slowly retreating to the desk.

Cecil gripped its surface tight to steady himself. His mind was emptied for a second as he processed the scene in front of him.

Not only was part of the room demolished, but also his painting had completely and inevitably torn to pieces too.

The one that followed was the longest moment of silence Cecil had ever experienced.

Everything was nothing for even a sole instant.

Then, nothing became all he had ever tried to do, because nothing mattered anymore now that fate wanted to delete all the traces of happiness left in his body.

So the first tear came. Then another. And another, another, another, so much that he fell to his knees and his blurred vision turned away because he couldn’t just bear the sight any longer.

He felt betrayal, but not his own.

It was as if, with the work of art, part of his heart had died. Part of his love, denied. Part of them and their relationship, completely discarded.

He had spent so much time perfectioning the details, so long daydreaming Carlos’s gorgeous figure and stopping to think back at how he was dating the best person in the world.

Now it felt like that didn’t happen at all.

He simply wanted to be confident in his own work again. He only needed a goddamn moment to reassure himself when none else could be there for him.

A way not to disregard it all and look for a way to find his peace again.

It was like a gift. He had been so proud …

An hour or so had passed before he noticed the weather report was about to end.

Cecil got back to his feet and headed towards his seat, ignoring the breeze that tickled his skin.

He sighed deeply, his chest aching with every sob that had escaped his lips in the past minutes.

The last notes of the melody echoed within the room, as he wiped the tears away from his cheeks and regained his composure. Not even reporting made him feel better anymore.

When silence filled the chaos around him, he took a few beats to stabilize his voice. His eyes opened and so did his mouth. And the words started flowing.

But he couldn’t hide his torment any longer.

He told them what had happened. He told them of the debris, of the veiled pain, of the safety.

« It’s fine. Yup. Everything’s fine. »

Cecil? Well, he blatantly lied. To himself and all his listeners.

And maybe, for the time being, that was for the best.

Of course, before, once the recording had finished, he broke down again.

Under this beautiful blue sky

They’re just pretending to be kind

« No. » Carlos’s face fell. « No, no, no. »

His eyes searched his lab for a sign of any single object or the smallest of notes that could have been saved.

Everything had shattered to the ground covered in fur, everything had been crushed to pieces and there was nothing he could have done.

He found none.

Carlos let out the breath he had been holding as he entered the room and was met with that disastrous mess.

He forced himself to approach his workplace, his eyes filled with tears over stress, the frustration and disappointment of having lost an entire year worth of research.

All his sorrow couldn’t fit in his chest.

As a hand flew to his mouth, the other trailed over the papers on the desk, staining with blood with every brush of his fingertips.

He felt sick.

He felt sick of blood, sick of fights, sick of distance and this situation he couldn’t bear anymore.

What was even the point of staying when his discoveries didn’t matter anymore? Just for the clear days and nights above him? When he wondered if Cecil’s stars were the same as his?

Carlos blinked back the tears that didn’t have the time to fall.

He found the only blank sheet of paper, picked up a pen, and started writing.

Time passes by and I can’t stop crying out loud just like a child.

Cecil could say … it only got worse with time.

As the weeks passed, as the air surrounding him only got heavier and heavier with every single second weighing down on his whole body, like as if he could literally feel the aging and passage of time on his shoulders, it only got worse.

He did hope and almost believe his vacation would have been of any kind of help. He resisted the voices in his head telling him it wouldn’t have been of significance, like any other method he had tried.

Cecil had spent time with Janice too before that, to see if he could feel again or if he really just had to give up on it all.

It worked for the few hours they were together. After that, the complete void once again.

It wasn’t like the void wasn’t friendly, but … even the closest of friends could grow excessive if they stuck with you the same way the void was doing.

And the emptiness.

And the sadness.

The one that hit during night, or when you’re craving hugs, the one that makes existing an aching experience because all you’d need is comfort but you can’t have it the way you desire.

Those moments in which you seem to cry for no reason when you’re actually trying to convince yourself you have no idea why this is happening to you, but you know exactly what’s wrong deep inside.

But you don’t give voice to your emotions in fear of hurting someone or concerning someone else. So you keep everything in a little corner of your mind and you let it explode at once.

Maybe with silent crying, maybe in an empty room.

Maybe nowhere at all, just in some indefinite time. Maybe it’s not happening.

Or you’re not realizing.

That you’re falling apart in front of your very own eyes.

The two of us have now been torn apart.

Carlos had stepped into the radio station of the Desert Otherworld when a wave of queasiness hit him yet again just like it had earlier that day, after he had turned off the call to stop the masked giants.

Was that … blood? Bones?

He was so tired, so much the once so-called paradise had become a burden itself.

He couldn’t live like that anymore.

He shouldn’t have lived like that at all.

And he convinced himself of this the more his conversation with Kevin prolonged.

An entire year spent away from where he belonged, from whom he belonged to. He needed to remedy that.

Kevin just kept smiling the same way he always did, too wide and too happy to be real. It made it just that tiny bit harder to deliver the letter.

Being aware you’re going to hurt someone else’s feelings wasn’t exactly the most ideal thought.

But there were others he had been hurting while staying there.

He pretended he didn’t notice all those little different behaviors when Cecil had been there.

His hand held a bit tighter, the hugs a bit longer, lips lingering just that much more both of them needed. How he never left his side, how he insisted on those five more minutes before getting up.

And it wasn’t like Carlos was complaining, he knew Cecil was trying to make the most of his time, but he just knew there was so much more than that underneath his demeanor.

He only didn’t have the heart to ask him.

Sometimes, he did capture Night Vale’s radio-waves, a couple of figments of what Cecil reported about the news, the usual stuff, and … his discomfort.

Everything felt wrong ever since he told him to move to the Desert Otherworld.

Then everything went wrong, like a message from a futile destiny ahead warning him about the wrong possibilities, which are always too many to dwell on them instead of taking action.

Which was why, after so many signs that day, he was there to leave that letter on Kevin’s desk.

«Choose not to be sad, Carlos. » Kevin had said. « In fact, choose to be happy! »

That was probably what fueled him to leave even more. He would’ve understood, once he had read through the letter, as painful as it could have been for him.

It was true, he was doing that for his own happiness. There was nothing left of it in there anymore, if not the ghost of joyful memories that were ripped from his hands the moment they ended.

Memories didn’t make you feel with the same intensity of when you experience something.

A quiet melody sang in the middle of the desert’s silent symphony. « Keep smiling through just like you always do. 'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away. »

He was going to change everything. Make one final travel to where he was going to stay. That one thing, he was sure it did feel right.

« So will you please say hello to the folks that I know? Tell them I won’t be long. »

Especially the freedom no longer waiting outside of that utopic land …

« They’ll be happy to know that as you saw me go I was singin’ this song. »

… of when his feet almost basically sprinted outside of the dog park.

And now I am completely in love

and nothing else will matter now

through all the ways that we can go

I ask right now: don’t let me go?

The sense of familiarity and liberation dawned on Carlos as soon as he had stepped into Night Vale after so long away.

Along with it, the anticipation of seeing his lover made a buzzing feeling take over his stomach. It wasn’t anxiety, it was what he learnt to name “that one sensation that makes you fully comprehend what 'I can’t wait’ truly means”.

He was late for the opera, fine with him, anything would have made do if it ultimately led to Cecil.

It was when he finally found himself right beside him that he forgot everything he knew apart from the fact that, yes, he had been completely, fully and ineffably in love with him this whole time and he wasn’t going to deny it anytime soon.

In fact, he was going to take that into account and love him even more if possible, nothing else existed other than his absolute admiration.

« We’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when. But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day. » he heard a quiet voice sing.

And when their eyes met after such a long amount of time that he felt like he was going to turn Cecil’s head himself, there was no space for rational thoughts.

Therefore, none of them were able to form rational arguments either.

So Carlos went for an embrace he honestly never wanted to end.

A single whispered line escaped his thoughts before he gave word to his musings.

« Please, don’t let me go. »

Their hug grew even tighter.

With no goodbyes or moving on

You’ll always be right here with me.

Together forever.

Words upon words flowed in the night between them, so many Cecil had been hardly able to take them all in.

Right then, though, he knew his earlier uncertainty had now a reason. Everything always had a reason when it came to Carlos. Everything started to make sense yet again.

They talked about all and nothing and the entirety of their situation, but briefly and with sweet resolutions.

It was all starting to be back to normal, and his family and friends were there to make sure it would remain that way.

There was no place to leave.

But to stay.

And that was a thing both Cecil and Carlos could do together, the oblivion they had been living in for the past year soon put behind their shoulders.

The certainty of waking up next to their loved one, the motivation of going through the day excitedly because you may never know what waited for you at home, the comforting of a cuddle pile on a rainy day with your favorite person and your favorite pet.

It was all that filled their minds.

And, for the time being, it was also all they needed.

[exhoe-imagines]

the hotel styx → lty

summary → you are sent away on a business trip, but soon find yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere. the hotel styx seems accommodating enough, but you’ll soon find it isn’t just any hotel...

word count → 2.2k

warnings → incubus!au, mentions of blood/torture (not to the reader or from taeyong), monsters, spooky things, suggestive/almost smut; fem!reader

a/n → shoutout to my nct hoes, hope you guys are having a happy halloween!! this is partly inspired by american horror story (hotel season) and goosebumps ~ admin jewels

You sigh in frustration as the car radio loses its clarity, the 80s pop music fading in and out until it’s completely static. You switch through the channels, looking for anything to distract you from the thunderstorm outside, but find nothing. The car continues down the bumpy, one-way road in search of a town you’ve never visited before. In fact, you’ve never ventured this far into the countryside, but here you are – on a business trip to some town over 100 miles from your house.

It’s completely dark at this point, the only lights around coming from your headlights. Your pulse increases as lightning strikes nearby, much too close for comfort. It suddenly hits you that you haven’t seen any house or building in over 20 minutes. You silently curse yourself for deciding to take such a job. Who knew these rural towns could be so creepy?

You’re just about to pull over and look for an old CD when the engine begins to sputter, slowly at first until it all at once brings the car to a halt. You groan loudly as you retry the ignition, only finding that it won’t restart. You scream in frustration, knowing there’s nobody around to hear you anyway. Oh God… you realize, there’s nobody around… Panic immediately sets in and you reach for your phone to call somebody, but to your amazement, it’s dead. You swore it was fully charged when you last looked at it! That is when you really start to panic, becoming all too aware that you are stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Well, it must not be the middle of nowhere with a red, flashing sign like that – you stare through the front window at the Vacancy sign down the street. You swear you didn’t see it until just moments ago. Oh well, must be some kind of good luck…

You hike up the road to the flashing hotel, cursing yourself for wearing such impractical shoes. By the time you reach the entrance, you’re drenched with rain. You scrunch your eyes as you try to read the name of the hotel on the door – The Hotel Styx? You decide you must be seeing things, maybe the rain is blurring your vision. A warm draft coats you as you enter the hotel, its golden lighting and dry interior already bringing you relief. You head through the lobby, straight ahead to the reception desk – but something seems off… Why is it empty? You spin around, eyes scanning the plush furniture, the empty hall to your right. It really is empty! You’re about to panic again when you hear the notes of a piano from down the hall. The melody reverberates through the lobby, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You can’t help but follow the sound, as if you were in a trance. The piano grows louder and louder as you near it, just turning the corner from the hall into the ballroom. You see the piano straight ahead, a flash of red hair appears behind it – and then the music suddenly stops and there’s a hand on your shoulder. You jump, emitting the smallest screech you’ve ever uttered.

“I’m sorry madam, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he apologizes as you turn around to face him.

His red hair is the first thing you see, its color shockingly bright and unusual. His slender eyes crease as he smirks, some kind of cruel humor on his face. It seems he is amused at your shaken state.

You cough and attempt to straighten your posture, “My car broke down, I need to contact the nearest auto shop.”

“Ah, well I’m sorry to say, it’s over an hour away. They most likely wouldn’t arrive until the morning,” he replies, “but… you are welcome to stay here for the night. Come right this way,” his voice is suddenly chirpy as he guides you to the reception area.

“No, I didn’t say I need a room,” you trail after him, “I still have over 50 miles to drive tonight!”

“Listen, darling,” his voice and face flatten as he stares at you over the counter, “Nobody is available tonight. Your best bet is to stay here.”

For some reason, his answer silences your worries and you decide it may not be so bad to stay here for the night. After all, the rain and lightning outside was pretty scary to drive through.

“Here you are,” he hands you a bronzed key with a smirk, “Room 311, take the elevator on your right.”

“I need to get my luggage –“ you begin.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll bring it up for you.”

“Uh - thanks,” you say as you head to the elevator, surprised by his hospitality.

The halls are quiet as you navigate them, far too quiet. Eventually, you find your room and crash on the bed. You didn’t realize how exhausted you were from all that driving… You decide to relax and watch some TV. You grab the remote, pressing the power on and waiting to see what HBO is airing tonight. Some kind of reality cooking show appears, where multiple contestants in chef uniforms are running around a luxury kitchen. You scoff as you see a plate of what looks like human brain being served to a judge – isn’t Halloween like 2 months away? These people celebrate far too early, you think before changing the channel. The next channel shows a doctor talking to a patient in his office. Based on the doctor’s flawless complexion and taut cheekbones, you assume he’s a plastic surgeon.

“You know, I’m just so insecure about it-“ his patient explains as she turns around, pulling her hair back, “I hate being reminded of how I died. It’s just so – morbid…”

She parts her hair to unveil… a fully open gunshot wound in the back of her head? You cringe in disgust, immediately flipping the channel once again. Is everyone celebrating Halloween early now? You’re distracted from your thoughts by a scream emitting from the television. A man is layed out on a metal slab, his mouth is stretched open by some contraption, and the skin on his face is almost completely removed. Another man stands over him, a scalpel and set of pliers in his hands as he giggles horrifically toward the camera.

You’re screaming and slamming the off button on the remote in no time, rushing out of the room. What kind of hotel is this? You panic as you scurry down the hall, looking for the elevator. You realize you’re lost as you hit a dead-end with no exit in sight. You turn around, running back the way you came, only to find another dead-end. Luckily, a hotel room door swings open to your right - a plump, older maid exiting with her maid’s cart.

“Everything alright, sweetie?” she asks, concern plastered across her face.

“No! No, I just - I need to get out of here. Where is the elevator?”

“Oh darling, what in the world is the matter?”

“The TV! It’s showing horrible things! Evil things, evil!” you hide your face in your hands, the image of the tortured man running through your mind over and over again.

“Now, now, I’m sure you’re just imagining that. Let me come take a look,” she says, allowing you to lead her back to the hotel room.

Your skin crawls as you reenter the room and see the television set in front of you.

“There! Turn it on, you’ll see,” you motion toward the remote on the bed.

She takes her time waddling up to the screen and pressing it on. You creep up next to her, afraid of what will be on the screen next. The image of the tortured man reappears, this time his teeth are being plied from his mouth one at a time. You scream, clamping your hands over your ears to muffle his cries.

“Is this what you were talking about?” the maid questions, her voice unaffected.

“Yes!” you scream, turning away from the TV, “Turn it off! Please!”

She’s silent and you’re worried for a moment that she’s in shock, but soon enough you hear her. She begins to laugh, softly at first, building up into a loud cackle. You spin around to find her utterly transformed, no longer a soft, pudgy grandma. Her eyes have sunken in, the skin of her face has become faded, almost like decomposed skin. Your voice is caught in your throat as she comes near you, still laughing in that possessed manner. It takes far too long for you to react, but finally you’re running to the door, screaming for help at the top of your lungs. You sprint down the hall, only to turn and find her running after you like a banshee – her legs far too agile for her age. Your heart is ready to give out when you run into someone and are knocked to your feet.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?”

Of course, it’s the bellhop. He seemed to be just getting off the elevator when you ran into him.

“The maid!” you scream, pointing wildly behind you, “She’s a monster, she – she’s possessed!”

He chuckles lightly as you spin around and see the maid behind you. Somehow, she’s back to her grandma self, standing politely in front of you.

“Get away! Get back,” you yell, backing up behind the bellhop.

She smiles sweetly at you before turning to him, “I’ll go back to cleaning, don’t mind me.”

He nods to her as she turns around and heads back down the hall to her assigned rooms, leaving you in a sweating puddle in the middle of the carpet.

“C’mon darling, let’s get you back to the room,” he coos as he helps you to your feet, offering his arm for support, “I think you’re seeing things…”

With his help, you make it back to the hotel room safely, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is off.

“What kind of establishment is this?” you cry as he helps you lay on the bed.

You swear your vision is becoming hazier by the minute. Everything seems like it’s… glowing?

“It’s a pretty great establishment, don’t you think?” he smirks as he sits on the bed next to you, “In fact, it’s my establishment, so you better like it…”

His words filter through your head, but once he’s spoken them, you can barely remember them. All you can see is the increasingly scarlet color of his eyes and the way his lips glisten like they’re covered in silk. You begin to lose your breath, like something is pulling you into a trance. The fuzzy feeling reemerges, washing over you like a wave. You’re afraid you’ll fall asleep when suddenly the bellhop is lying next to you, staring into your face.

“Who are you?” you whisper.

“Taeyong.”

An overwhelming wave hits you as he speaks. You realize then that it’s him. He’s calling you to him and you know you have no will to resist. You’re drawn to him like a magnet, planting your mouth onto his with ease. You can feel him smirk into the kiss, like this is what he had been waiting for the entire night. His hands are everywhere at once, you swear he must have a dozen hands. The smoothness of his mouth accosts you with every kiss, like he’s coaxing the essence of your soul out with every breath.

“Give into me,” he pulls away from your lips to rip off your clothes, “Don’t hide. I see you.”

You’re completely at his mercy as he unclothes you, his eyes burning into your naked flesh.

“I see you.”

A noise stirs you awake, the bright light of the sun streaming through the windows into your eyes. It takes a moment for your vision to adjust and your body to fully wake up. You yawn, pulling your hair out of your face to find that you’re seated in the front seat of your car. Your keys are on the seat next to you, like you had decided to stop in the middle of the night and rest. You sit up and take a look at your surroundings outside. Fields stretch for miles on all sides, aside from the single-lane road you had been driving on. You thank yourself for deciding to park and sleep, rather than risk your chances dozing off while driving. You check your phone, thanking God that it’s fully charged. And luckily, you still have several hours to make it to your meeting. You grab a drink from your backseat and turn the car on, ready to get this trip over with.

You sigh as you make it into the Best Western, leaving your luggage by the door and diving into the bed. You’re relieved that you made it to the town with time to spare, allowing you to rest for an hour before heading to the appointment. You’re about to drift to sleep when you roll over and feel something poking you in your side. You yelp, sitting up and rummaging through the pocket of your jacket. A bronze key emerges, a small piece of red plastic dangling from it. The Hotel Styx? Where did that come from?

[kingofthewilderwest]

I have a super hard exam Monday morning and I really think I can't make it. I have been studying, but I can't understand a think! I thought It was the way I was studying but it's too late to look for alternatives. I have been reading my notes crying all day (I'm doing it right now and sobbing) but still no light.

I’m really sorry about the stress you’re going through. Exams can be extremely tough and I feel for you on that one. I’ve cried over tests and schooling and all that as well. It sucks to feel this stress. Academia many times pushes us to the brink beyond what we should be given, and I hope that you come out of this on the other side feeling relief.

When I was in school, one of the ways I calmed myself was to think about long-term. In less than 48 hours, this stressor will be completely gone from your life. It’ll no longer exist because you’ve taken the test. It’s a stressor, but it’s one for a VERY short time frame in your life. In the long scale of things, it’s very soon going to be out of your life and over with. And while tests can change our grades and that’s important, in the very long scale of school and academia… it’s not a big impact on our life. We can retake a class if we need to, or do better on the next test, or any and all sorts of options that will all result in a happy, fulfilling, awesome life of many years to come. This test is a very, very small part of the grand scheme of your life, and it’ll be completely over with and out of your life very, very soon. Whether you get a good grade or a bad grade here, your life will move forward, and provide you many great experiences to come. My happiness for the decades I will live is not reliant on one number on a sheet of paper.

I don’t know if that helps you, but it always helped me: once I remembered how small this thing was in the grand scheme of things, and how soon it’d leave my life as a stressor… it helped me realize… it shouldn’t be a stressor even now.

I hope I don’t sound like I’m brushing aside what you feel, because I mean the opposite. I know there’s many situations going into why academia feels SO IMPORTANT in our lives, both for our personal situation, and in the way society trends go. I do hope it helps to say that, in the grand course of whether or not your life will be complete on one test grade, it’s a minuscule thing, and I hope that that perspective can give some ease.

You’ve done your best. You’ve been studying. You’ve been working extremely hard and I want to commend you for that diligence. You’ve rocked that. And that’s something important. You have already shown a lot of character and drive working on this, and that’s better than any number you get. You’re already a hero and a succeeder in my eyes.

And, it’s not a shortcoming on your end that you don’t understand things. We all need time to understand anything; all information we first hear is something we don’t understand at first. That’s okay. That’s the nature of it. Every single human on this planet doesn’t understand things and may take a while to understand something; you are not ever going to be a failure for being confused, even if it feels understandably frustrating to not understand.

It’s always fine to talk to instructors about your struggles. I don’t know if you have or haven’t yet, but honest conversations with instructors can work wonders. I’ve taught college courses and have definitely played the mercy game with my own final grades once a student has come to me. I’ve been on the side of mercy with professors, where they’ve been willing to extend deadlines or work with me one-on-one to succeed. Many, many teachers want you to succeed, and will extend extra help and understanding to you if you talk to them. I know how much mercy can be given once they understand how much you want to succeed, and show you are willing to talk to them about ways in which you can. And I hope your instructor is one such person who will listen. It’s always worth talking over, and it can ease buttloads of stress.

Also… though you are on a time budget… if you’re really feeling this stressed, please give yourself a break. Please give yourself sleep. Please give yourself something nice, even if it’s eating a special treat for dinner or watching half hour of your favorite comedy show. Your mind in this state won’t learn the material most productively. Stepping back away from studying will actually help you and make a more efficient and productive study schedule.

I know it’s late in the game and you think there aren’t other ways to study, but if you want, I’m happy to list off some of the ways I’ve studied before. I hope I’m not overextending my bounds. I know you came here to vent and you might not want advice, but if you want some studying suggestions, here’s things I’ve done. We all learn different ways, and you’ll notice I tend to be text-oriented (with some hearing-oriented)… but maybe something here will click. Some of these studying strategies are time-consuming (not helpful for you right now), some of them are fast, but they’re different ways to work at the same material:

Do NOT just skim read notes or engage in “passive” reviewing. If you’re just looking over the books or old homeworks without engaging, it’s less likely for it to stick. Rereading is one of the least interactive ways and least demanding ways to try to “study,” and thus is often not effective for long-term retention and mastery of concepts. Make your study sessions as engaging as possible without destroying your brain cells and giving you a migraine.

Build up. Start simple, with easier learning devices, and then make it more challenging for yourself. For instance, for foreign language, I might start with flashcards or matching tasks. Then, I’ll eventually get to the point where I will try to write my entire vocabulary list from memory. Build up from easy to harder.

Multiple study sessions throughout a day or throughout the course of a week (when you have it) will almost always be better than one massive study session. Repeatedly engage with the material.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat frankly is always the way to go.

PRIORITIZE. Focus on problem sections. Focus on sections that are most likely to be on the test in large quantities. Prioritize what you work on. You don’t need to know every tiny detail to get a passing grade; you just need to know what big stuff is most likely to be hit.

Tackle one section at a time. Don’t think about the full breadth of the unit. Master one concept at a time. Smaller chunks are always more manageable, more efficient, and more effectively learned. If you don’t understand the full breadth of your test, start with the smallest thing you can, work on that, and get that one thing right first. Just that one thing. 

Try to engage in the different styles of learning. Reading. Speaking. Acting out. All these will help you retain the information in different ways. For some subjects, this may be easier than others. But do what you can.

Flash cards. When you go through the flash cards, don’t go through each card once. Put aside the ones you get wrong. Rework the ones you get wrong a second time… or a third time… until you get them right. Then put them into the big pile again of every flash card and restart. ENGAGE with these things rather than quickly skim over the fronts and backs.

Draw diagrams. Venn diagrams. Tables. Charts. STUFF. Organize your information in new ways.

Make tests for yourself. Create tests that are multiple choice, fill in the blank, short essays, anything. Then, after you make those tests, give yourself a break, go back, and take your tests. See what you do and don’t remember.

Make memory devices! Memory devices for the win! Make them silly and absurd! Make it fun! Make memory devices from puns. Set key phrases to musical melodies. Make silly analogies. Do whatever you need to to memorize the material, even if in a dorky way. Like, I first learned the kanji 白 was ‘shiro’ because it looks like the character Shiro from Voltron. It’s got a square face with a scar in the center, and even a little tick at the top to represent Shiro’s WHITE hair floof (and ‘shiro’ means ‘white’ woot victory!). Other times, I’ve memorized numbers by setting them to tunes.

Rewrite your notes or key pages from your textbook. Type up your notes from class, or rewrite them, or take notes from your book again. Note that you can rearrange your notes as you do this; maybe you could make a page that’s all about X topic?

Study with friends! Quiz each other, talk to each other about problematic points, try to figure out difficult sections together. And don’t skimp, but don’t be afraid to make it fun. Learning goes better when it’s fun.

Write a “study guide” or “cheat sheet” for yourself of all the most pertinent material.

Talk out loud as you reread your notes. Engage with the material both with eyes and ears.

Try to quote your notes. Talk to yourself about what you remember. Then look and see what you didn’t talk about.

Try explaining to someone else what you’ve learned. This is a really good one. This will help you really pinpoint what you do and don’t know, and will mentally solidify the things that you do, in fact, understand. Nothing says “learning” like having to tell someone else what you’ve learned.

Especially if it’s mathematical, but also for other subjects, rework problems from your textbook or homeworks, get new problems from textbooks, or go online to find other problems with solutions. 

Find tutors. Or talk to teachers. Seriously, talk to teachers!

Any academic videos on YouTube explaining concepts? What about Wikipedia? Other websites on these topics to help you see the information presented in a new way? My ass got saved in Mathematical Logic due to a good logic wiki.

Give yourself breaks. Everyone needs different break points and has different levels of concentration ability, but one not-terrible-rule to consider is 50 minutes studying, 10 minute break. I personally prefer longer sessions and will do something like 2 hours, then 30 minute break. But that’s for you to decide with yourself.

SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. You do no favors for yourself if you don’t sleep. Sleep as best as you can. Fatigue prevents us from using our full mind, will prevent the recall we could have had if we were more awake. Fatigue prevents us from learning and retaining information we would have learned faster in a more rested state. Sleep allows us to process the information we’ve just thought about; we’ll wake up with a more solid understanding of materials because there’s been some unconscious processing. I know you want to maximize those study hours, but you’ll be wasting those 75% of the time if you’re up to 3 AM trying to work on something and can barely keep your eyes open. 

Make it about you. What is it about this material that you can care about? Find ways to relate it to what you care about, whatever the subject.

I know that’s not a very widespread list - I could write a lot more - but unfortunately I have to get going to my own time crunch for work. And I know I’m not covering every angle in which this is a stressful situation and how we may engage with it, and how people with different learning styles and minds and social situations interact with materials… but I hope that something in here helps you nevertheless.

Please give yourself a break right now.

To say the least, I’m wishing the absolute best for you. I’m rooting for you. I’m sympathizing. My heart feels for you. And I hope that you can find a bit of stress-relief in the midst of this. Take care, friend, and please take care of yourself through all this.

[arukit]

idolish7 - Part 3 Chapter 15.2 Translation

Chapter 15.2 - A song linked to memories

Tenn: Good evening! We’re TRIGGER! Audience: Kyaaaa…. Tenn: I’m glad we can finally meet again. We’ll be singing with all of our might just for you! Audience: Kyaaaa…. Audience: ….Tenn-kun…! Gaku-san! Ryuunosuke-san! I love you!

Salaryman 1: Whoa, what’s going on with those girls over there? Salaryman 2: Maybe they’re spectators of that live house? Ah… TRIGGER is playing. Salaryman 1: So it’s TRIGGER! It seems like they’re still popular. I haven’t been seeing them on TV lately, but I’ve been watching Yaotome Gaku’s drama series.

Security guard: If this many people gathered here, it may bother the residents of the neighborhood and the other people as well… If you don’t take measures, this could get troublesome. Anesagi: I apologize for the trouble we have caused you…

Gaku: Thank you for coming to see us! Ryuunosuke: It’s incredible. The audience is so close that I can see everyone’s faces! Audience: Kyaaaa….

Anesagi: Eh?! We’ll be prohibited from performing here? Live staff: We’re thankful for the full house but… with just today, we really can’t meet the logistic requirements for TRIGGER’s lives. Live staff: Even the police came several times to give warnings… You’re better off at a place with a much bigger capacity! I’m wishing you luck! Anesagi: …

Mister Shimooka: That was IDOLiSH7’s “Sakura Message”! Riku: Thank you very much! Audience: Kyaaaa….

Woman 1: Apparently Riku-kun’s favorite food is omurice! Woman 2: So cute! Hey, did you see this month’s magazine? When he tried making carbonara, he ended up boiling soumen noodles! Woman 1: He was the one who said he ate together with Iori-kun, right? I want to see that! I wish they had a camera at their dorm! Woman 2: ZOOL has gotten popular but somehow, they look scary so I couldn’t really get into them. Fufu… Riku is so nice! Woman 1: He makes you want to cheer for him!

Iori: After MEZZO”, Nanase-san also received a radio work offer… Iori: Seeing how he cannot talk by himself, it’d be better if he teamed up with someone else. Tsumugi: The recording session will be done during the day but the show will be on air late at night. For this reason, I was thinking of someone outside you and Tamaki-san. Tsumugi: Since Mitsuki-san is a regular on several shows, fitting his schedule will be difficult. That’s why I thought Nagi-san would be the best choice. Iori: …Can those two really organize a show together? Tsumugi: It’ll differ from MEZZO”’s soothing mood and I think it could become a fantastic show like no other before!

Riku: Good evening! This is IDOLiSH7’s Nanase Riku with… Nagi: Hello~! This is Rokuya Nagi! Riku: Here is our first postcard! The topic is “Methods to fall asleep when feeling sleepy”! Nagi: Methods to fall asleep? Let’s see. In my case… Riku: Hold on, I got it wrong! It’s “Methods to stay awake when feeling sleepy”! Nagi: I lay down on my bed. See you next week! Riku: Don’t end it already!! That won’t do! We want methods to keep our eyes open! Nagi: You’re the one who mixed it up, Riku. OH… The postcard is so intricately decorated with colorful pen and yet you still read it wrong. Riku: Hey now… It was my bad. I’m sorry. Nagi: What else could the lady do even more for you to read correctly? Riku: She could whisper softly into my ear. Nagi: Nice idea! Let’s implement that. Very well, with your postcard in hand, dress up nicely and come to the broadcast sta-- Riku: Don’t say that! Don’t come, alright? Please keep sending in your postcards! Nagi: Akin to a whisper in our ear, please decorate your postcards intricately, as intricately as you can. Riku: Alright, for our next postcard… Nagi: OH! Oh my god… Riku: Hey now, don’t get so carried away on the radio! Ahaha! You’re infecting me. What’s up? Nagi: We didn’t even spend a single minute to discuss the previous topic! Riku: Ahaha! That’s true! That won’t do. Come on, methods to stay awake! Nagi: At this point, I’m already wide awake.

Sougo: Continuing, let me introduce the next song. This song “Melody Blue”  was released in 1982 by “Baby Beer”. Sougo: It’s a hardcore masterpiece. The bass line is heart wrenching, along with the penetrating vocals and the mixing that-- Tamaki: What’s hardcore? Rock? Sougo: It’s indeed rock. The most extreme type of rock. Tamaki: Earlier you talked about al…. al… Sougo: Alternative. Tamaki: That, didn’t you say it was rock too? Sougo: It’s indeed rock. Tamaki: What exactly is rock? Is it something like humans? Sougo: Humans? Tamaki: Like if rock was like humans, then hardcore could be the Americans and Alternative could be the Japanese or something like that. Sougo: Ooh, I suppose that is one way to see it. It… does feel that way. Everybody could be like rock. TamakI: What’s with that category? Sou-chan, you normally go into details so wasn’t that too broad of an answer? Sougo: It’s actually more convoluted than that and personal tastes also come into account, so it’ll differ from one record shops to another. Tamaki: What about hip-hop? Sougo:  I believe that its roots come from jazz but there are thinking schools who say it comes from rock, so who knows? Hip-hop is quite divided. Tamaki: Is it okay for rock to be such a broad category? Next time, can I compare salt, pepper and soy sauce to rock all I want? Sougo: Not a chance. Those are seasonings. Tamaki: Don’t mess with me! It’s unfair that only rock gets to do it!

Riku: Haa… I’m so tired… Mitsuki: Are you alright, Riku? Riku: Yeah. My body is in good shape. It’s just that my exhaustion finally set in when I returned to the dorm and saw everyone’s faces. Yamato: Same here. I’ve been feeling really worn out. Sougo: Once things settle down, it’d be fun if we could all go on a trip somewhere. Tamaki: I want to go! Fall is probably impossible, then what about winter? How about going to Nagicchi’s country to see the aurora? Nagi: OH! The cold in Northmare during midwinter is extremely harsh. The nights are long and the sun only rises for short hours. Tamaki: Why? Is that place still on Earth? Nagi: Iori, you’ve slacked off on teaching Tamaki geography, haven’t you? Iori: Why did the blame have to fall on me? Riku: How did the people of Northmare from the ancient times manage to live in such a cold place? Nagi: Northmare’s ancestors were Vikings. During summertime, they invaded the neighboring lands and pillaged the food and treasures. Nagi: During winter, they secluded themselves on a safe territory and awaited the arrival of minstrels. Mitsuki: Minstrels? Nagi: They are wandering singers who told tales through songs. During the ancient times in Northmare and the neighboring countries, tales were told through songs. Riku: Tales through songs… Nagi: They would typically be from the Codex Regius written in Old Norse or the Poetic Edda. Nagi: Riku, since you’re an avid reader, in Völuspá… Perhaps you might be familiar with the seeress’ prophecy. Nagi: It is a poem of a myth that tells from the creation of the world to the deaths of the gods. Would you know about it? Riku: Ah! You must mean Ragnarök! I see, it’s from Norse mythology after all! Nagi: Yes! Mitsuki: Then, during winter, the wanderers who sang the poems of myths were anticipated by everyone? Nagi: That is correct. When the rays of light cannot reach them and the world is buried in white, the people took joy in the songs and tales. Nagi: And that is no different from this era. Nagi: Even without needing to be cornered by blizzards, we still have sleepless nights when the heart is lost in a well of darkness where light can no longer reach. Riku: I can understand… When that happens, Tenn-nii would sing for me. The songs had all sorts of stories associated with them. Riku: There were the songs’ own stories and then there were the stories of the memories I had with Tenn-nii. Mitsuki: I wonder if it’s the same with our fans. Just how many stories do our songs have with all the people who listened to us? Mitsuki: Every time they listen to our songs, they’d recall the events of the previous day or something like that. It’d be great if we could connect to them this way. Yamato: So songs are stories, huh… That must be why everyone holds TRIGGER dear. Momo-san holds Re:vale dear just as well. Yamato: If we could no longer listen to a song that we associated to ourselves, the pain would feel like losing a part of ourselves. Sougo: However, we will relive that feeling each and every time we hear it. Even the feelings that we forgot will resurface… Iori: Happiness and sadness are two sides of the same coin… I can say this now but for some time, I didn’t have it in me to listen to “miss you…”. Nagi: OH! For me, it was when TRIGGER sang “Natsu ☆shiyouze!” It felt akin to drinking a bitter cup of coffee. Yamato: When I hear “NO DOUBT”, it reminds me of the time I was so overwhelmed that I caused a huge ruckus. It was so uncool, I should have learned to relax my shoulders. Mitsuki: When we did a unit song with TRIGGER, we only kept good memories from that one, didn’t we! Those guys were so cool and we had a lot of fun. Riku: When I was made IDOLiSH7’s center in “MONSTER GENERATiON”, I was so happy… Riku: It felt like I was finally acknowledged but then a lot happened and I lost my confidence… Riku: But when I sang “RESTART POiNTER”, I felt like I did grow up a little. I felt like I could finally forgive myself. Riku: I love the members and the fans after all. I remember not to ever hesitate whenever I sing or listen to that song. Iori: Nanase-san… Riku: There was something that Tenn-nii told me a while ago. He said that even if the world was to stop spinning, it was our job to keep on singing. Riku: When I first heard that, I thought that it was so sad that it had to be so harsh, so unforgiving and so difficult. Riku: But I understand what he meant now. If our songs were associated to a good memory to someone or brought a happy story to someone, then… Riku: Each time we sang, someone would be reliving their story. We can make them relive that feeling of joy and happiness. Riku: Like a shooting star flying across a starless sky. Riku: We can become stars or even a rainbow.

To be continued.

[hiddlescheekbones]

Hamlet at RADA – a very long and very detailed collection of memories (2/4)

Below is a recollection of every single moment I can remember from one of the best days of my life. The day I saw Tom Hiddleston as Hamlet at the Jerwood Vanbrugh Theatre, RADA, London.

I wrote this as a journal entry for myself, in hopes that I’ll never forget each moment. But also, since this was such a limited availability performance, and we don’t know if it will hypothetically be transferred somewhere, I hope this can give you curious minds a little insight of the play.

Disclaimer:

This is not a review;

Contains detailed descriptions of some scenes from the play so read at your care;

All opinions and emotions are from my own point of view and I understand other people could have lived it differently;

I went to see it mainly for Tom so pardon me if my focus is mainly on him;

Unfortunately, I can’t remember every scene or in what order they played, but I tried my best; I wrote 5 pages worth of notes when I got back at the hotel so this is as close as I can remember.

This memory is divided into four parts:

Before the play

The play (I II)

After the play

If you attended and there’s anything you feel I missed or got wrong please let me know! If you didn’t and want details on some scene or a description of a scene I didn’t include, also the same.

Enjoy!

PS – English is not my first language, nor am I a writer in my daily life. Far from it. I probably didn’t find the right words and I repeat a lot of them. Forgive me. I have a more physical and materialistic approach rather than interpreting the play. For that, I recommend you read these brilliant reviews x x

The Play (I)

A tall shadow walks on stage from the back and sits at the piano. A single light focuses on it.

There he is. Tom Hiddleston live and in colour. I grab my friend’s hand as I’m holding everything inside me and try not to make a noise.

He’s looking down at the piano. He looks up, straight in my direction. The whole world freezes in that moment. There are tears in his eyes. His stare is piercing and intense. His eyes two blue marbles.

Some deep breaths.

He strikes some keys. He restarts and sings in a soft warm voice, the ode from Ophelia to her father, carrying such grief that is heartbreaking.

“And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?

No, no, he is dead;

Go to thy deathbed;

He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,

All flaxen was his poll.

He is gone, he is gone.”

There are tears running to my face at this point. I couldn’t have asked for a better first impression.

This song will return at least twice during the play. The melody reminds me of “Days in the Sun”, an original song from the latest Beauty and the Beast film.

The lights go down and the next scene is set. The black wall goes up, revealing a wall with windows at the centre and three doors: one at the left with the portrait of King Hamlet right above, one glass door at the middle, and one hidden door at the right, with a portrait of King Claudius on it. A desk and chair are placed facing the audience. A big square carpet with the coat of arms of Denmark in the middle is placed in the centre of the stage. The King seats at the desk and a technician (who I found out at the end was an actual theatre tech member) counts down from 5 to 0 like the scene is ready to go on air on live television.

Claudius first speech is delivered as a TV announcement to the people. He’s wearing a grey suit and tie. Nicholas Farrell, the actor who plays him, makes a noticeable pause in the middle of his monologue as he looks like he’s trying to remember his line, but recovers like a sir.

At the end, the rest of the cast cheers and Hamlet enters through the left door. Immediately his presence fills the room. He stands tall and with great posture. All actors have great voice projection.

Tom’s voice is loud but enjoyable like honey. There are an anger and bitterness in his first speech. He’s wearing a dark blue ripped sweater, a long black coat, black jeans (or they used to be black) and brown boots. His hair is long and curly, and his beard has grown quite a bit since the rehearsal photos came out.

Hamlet’s first soliloquy “O that this too too sullied flesh would melt” sets the mood for every other soliloquy of the play: all lights out, sudden sound, and a cold blue-ish light over the actor speaking. Tom makes an effort to look at all points of the audience: all around the several rows of the stalls and up to the balcony. Pretty sure he makes eye contact with a few people, but I’m not sure if it’s deliberate or not.

Enter Horatia, Hamlet (who has lost his coat) gives her a big hug that sweeps her off the ground. All their hugs are quite endearing and tense. Caroline Martin is wearing jeans, a long blue shirt, black boots and red lipstick. She has quite a presence and an excellent powerful voice.

Laertes says goodbye to Ophelia and Polonius gives his advice reading from a paper. Laertes wears some very laid back clothes, Polonius wears a dark suit, and Ophelia wears ankle long jeans, a black top and blouse and some flats. Ophelia tells Laertes to be safe and he shows her a box of condoms. Polonius tells Laertes to be safe and gives him an even larger box. Ophelia tells Polonius of Hamlet’s advances while crossing her fingers behind her back (I saw this because she had her back to me, not sure if it was evident for everyone).

Hamlet sees the Ghost played by the brilliant Ansu Kabia. The Ghost enters by the middle glass door, so Hamlet has moved to our end of the stage. First, he stands, back to us and I feel it. The so famous delicious smell that emanates from Tom. It’s quite indescribable but not at all what I expected. It’s a light but imposing smell, no other actor has a particular scent, which lingers after he walks by. It’s a citric sweet but fresh perfume. This is also the first time I realise how extremely tall Tom is. His clothes fit him perfectly. He also has great posture, large shoulders and small waist. He kneels. He’s so close I could touch him. Also, his feet are enormous.

After the Ghost scene comes the first comical moment of the play. The first time the Ghost shouts from the ground “SWEAR!”, Hamlet points at the ground under the carpet and proceeds to sneak himself under it and crawls towards us coming out from the other side as if he’s looking for him.

It makes the whole room giggle.

The set changes again. There’s now a three-seat white sofa facing us and two individual armchairs at the sides facing the big sofa.

The hilarious Polonius speaks of Hamlet’s madness. Rosacrantz and Guildastern (played by the same young actresses that play Marcella and Bernarda) are introduced. They wear fancy lady suits and Rosacrantz wears heels.

Hamlet appears behind the wall and can be seen through the glass windows. He’s wearing a hoodie with the hood on, carries a Danish flag on his shoulders, his face is painted like a football fan and he’s reading Matt Haig’s Reasons to Stay Alive.

The hilarious scene with Polonius takes place, three moments stayed with me:

 “Have you a daughter? (…) Conception is a blessing.” As he says this he proceeds to do a thrusting move towards the sofa. One foot on the pillows and the other on the floor as his hips move back and forward in a very suggestive manner. One of the girls behind me lets out a hysterical laugh. I’m just left there with my chin on the floor. No one has told me about this.

They sit on the sofa. Hamlet still mocking Polonius mimics his movements by crossing legs at the same time

The way Tom delivers the following:

(joking) “You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal—

(serious) except my life,

(laughing) except my life,

(crying) except my life.”

Rosacrantz and Guildastern are back and they bring a pill radio. Hamlet is immediately cheered up and they do a little group dance. And, oh boy, did I imagine I would ever see this day. This is the only moment in the play I can see traces of Tom in his face. He really does enjoy dancing. The dance involves some synchronized moves with their hands in the air and a few turns. Hamlet lifts Rosacrantz off the ground in a swing dance back lift. Everyone is genuinely laughing.

Edit [April 2018]. Finally a confirmation of the song:

After a heated confrontation with the two friends, they end up removing his face paint.

Cue “What a piece of work is a man” my favourite soliloquy. I can still hear it. He’s very mellow and sad, you feel sorry for him.

Polonius comes back announcing the arrival of the players (I can’t really remember if it’s at this point he trips in one of the chairs, great stunt). The Player King delivers Hecuba’s speech and what a performance that was. Pretty sure I saw some tears in the audience. Polonius obnoxiously interrupts the performance a couple of times with Hamlet shushing him like he’s a child and even threatening violence with a fist up.

Polonius gives Ophelia the Holy Bible to read. Enter Hamlet, the whole room goes dark and a single light shines on him. “To be or not to be. THAT is the question” He cries.

He finds Ophelia. “I loved you not.” They get closer and closer, the room is quiet. They kiss. “Get thee to a nunnery.” They kiss again. She takes her blouse off and there’s a noise from the back “Where is your father?” He gets mad, completely enraged.

The play within a play scene comes up. They’ve put the desk and chair on our side of the stage and the sofa and armchairs on the other side. The carpet is gone. The scene proceeds, with Hamlet sitting again very close to us why the play doesn’t start. Unfortunately, this was the only moment of the play that I couldn’t figure what was going on the other side, namely the King’s reaction, as we had the two players reenact the scene in front of us on the desk.

Hamlet rushes and interrupts them, and on the way to climb on the table, Tom misses the chair and almost falls but recovers like a champ. Everyone leaves and there’s the moment with the recorder of which I clearly remember Tom’s long fingers fiddling with the thing.

There’s the scene with the King praying and Hamlet appears from the back with his rapier. Very intense scene.

Jump to the scene with Gertrude, when Hamlet is pretty much possessed with rage. He kills Polonius through King Claudius’ portrait on the hidden door on the right and runs in tears to our end of the stage without realizing who he has murdered.

The scene with Gertrude is one of the most emotionally heavy and makes me tear up. Lolita Chakrabarti is amazing in portraying the despair of a mother.

Hamlet is sent away to England. The back wall with the doors goes up and a projection of clouds can be seen.

Ophelia has gone insane and is wearing some ripped clothes now. I got to say that Kathryn Wilder made me sympathise with her than any other actress has before. There’s a scene on the floor where she points to her belly or intimate parts. 

There’s a loud plane sound and we see Guildastern, Horatia, Hamlet, and Rosacrantz all wearing long black coats. The planes are the soldiers from Norway. The four of them look like they’re about to drop the edgiest album of the year.

[drkreviews]

Starting from Zero

Here I am with the third part of this month’s themed week in “Throwback Thursday”! The subject is a release by the visual kei band Alice Nine, precisely the second album named Alpha and released on 28th November 2007. The title has not been chosen by case, as it is the first letter of Greek alphabeth and it symbolizes the beginning of everything, defined by the band a different one from what they planned. And now... let’s review!

-Zero [eternity as restarting from the beginning]: the album starts with a powerful drumming, accompained by a strong and sinuous guitar; the rhythm is fast and steady and the vocals are deep and incredibly mature, building up a fresh melody, with a sustained and catchy refrain. ---> 9.5/10

-Cosmic World [world illuminated by the stars]: one of the lead-tracks of the album is opened by a cheerful electronic melody, with a positive rock sound, driven by the guitars; this time the vocals are clearer, in a simple and flowing rhythm and a catchy melody, for a fresh and engaging track. ---> 9/10

-Aoi tori (Blue bird) [the purpose of life is under our sight]: a strong guitar opens a song with a really good rhythm, with flowing and enjoyable vocals, well fit into the good drumming, for a really good track, with a great instrumental work. ---> 9/10

-Jewels [jewels’ light ---> love thoughts]: coming from the fifth single, this song is opened by Shou’s intense voice, accompained by a soft beat and a really romantic melody; a ballad with a good rhythm, where the guitars are the best highlight of the theme. ---> 9/10

-9th Revolver [running away from a tormenting pain]: a vibrant guitar and suffused vocals open this song, with a stronger rhythm since the first seconds and an interesting development, with more intense vocals in the second part and a really complex arrangement, for a great rock song. ---> 9.5/10

- -Dice- [cheating]: a fiery guitar kicks off an heavier song, with an extreme rhythm and aggressive and dark vocals, for a really peculiar track, even if the band did tracks like these in their early years. ---> 9/10

-Number Six [the fans are the sixth member of the band]: the second lead-track of the album is introduced by Shou’s rap-ish vocals, leading up to a positive and enjoyable rock sound, accompained by a soft beat; the vocal interpretation is based on spoken-ish vocals and intense tones, building up one of the catchiest themes of Alice Nine. ---> 9/10

-Kousai (Iris) [fighting for not forget the beautiful things]: a warm and slow guitar introduces this song, with a more paced theme, soft beats and a melodious violin; Shou’s voice is tender and flowing, for a strong and suggestive interpretation; then the drums amplify the sound at best, for a complex and powerful ballad. ---> 9.5/10

-White Prayer [staying as we are]: another famous track by them, coming from the sixth single, which is introduced by an intense guitar playing; Shou’s compelling voice is accompained by whispered vocals in background, plus the piercing bass lines; a really good track, with an incredible guitar work. ---> 9.5/10

-Eraser [erasing the sadness]: this song starts with a fast and sustained melody, with good flowing vocals, building up a good interpretation, in a really simple and entertaining song, with a clear upbeat vibe. ---> 9/10

-Blue Planet [vastity of the universe]: the third lead-track of the album is opened by a melodious guitar, with living and fast vocals, in a good rhythm; a really catchy rock theme, thanks to the guitars. ---> 9/10

-Cradle to [Alpha]: the album ends with a little SE, featuring a fast beats, electronic guitars and confused auto-tuned vocals, for a typical conclusion for the release.

Final Vote ---> 9/10

Alice Nine is one of the most acclaimed names of the visual kei scene and one of the pioneers of the PS Company, of its golden age. Their energetic and compelling music, driven by good instrumental works and astonishing vocals, quickly conquered the audience of Japan and even overseas. In the second album Alpha the band shows off what they can do, between positive tunes and refined rhythms, with some deviation especially on ballads, where they excel a lot, as few visual bands can. The most important reason why they are incredibly popular is that they reinvented themselves with each new release, adding something new and innovative and still nowadays they maintained this approach, as even Alpha showed off almost ten years ago. An album for who needs to know better Alice Nine’s energetic music, which shouldn’t be missed.

That’s all folks! See you on Sunday for the final part of this themed week in “Focusing on”!

Thanks for the reading!

*Sorry for the delay*

[sora-pugnxre-mxlum]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. 

Honestly, when I restarted this blog, I didn’t think I would get to 100+ followers so quickly! I’m surprised that I made it up to 100+ people afterwards. I want to thank you all so much for continuing to support my Sora. Seriously, you all have been the best. Thank you all so so so much for everything that you’ve done, and everything that you guys continue to do. Now, the final moment; to list EVERYONE, because every single one of you continue to support me, and I want everyone to see each other!

This isn’t me showing that I’m thanking you, even though it’s that too -- it’s also a way of showing you guys off! (Even if I don’t follow you, you still deserve to be shown off!) It’s a 100 (give or take considering spam, personal, inactives, and porn bots) person promo! :D 

I won’t be able to talk about everyone specifically, as honestly, I don’t talk to everyone, but everyone else has tastes that others may not have, so go and check out some of the people below!

Obviously, I’m putting this under a Read More because the list is gonna be MASSIVE.

@alongxthexroadxtoxdawn

Of course you’re in here first -- why aren’t you? You’re my best friend, and you really just lighten up my day so much! You’re fantastic, and a great person and a great human being! You’re a fantastic Riku, and an amazing writer. You’re so creative and you come up with amazing stories and AUs and everything like that. When you write a book, I’m gonna be first in line to get it!

@akibluna ; @suzubelldaughter ; @asktheshortmasterxehanort

You’re amazing! Honestly, you’re fantastic, both as a writer and as a great friend! Akina is a great character, and you put so much thought and energy into her. She’s amazing and wonderful and so so so awesome! I love any thread we have together -- it’s always silly and funny and just overall dorky! Xehanort himself is just a mess, but a good mess. I hope one day he overcomes his own darknesses of his own. Thank you so much for bringing your own light into Tumblr, AkinaMun!

@breveacroama ; @ofallflavors

I know you’re on hiatus and you may not see this, but I have to put you down on this list anyway. Your Len is fantastic, no matter what anyone else says, and you should keep on going, no matter what! I can’t wait for your Roxas blog to show up -- I’m so ready for Sora and Roxas to start talking! This will be so awesome and cool! You’re one of my best friends, and I’m proud of you and all that you’ve overcome. <3

@cordiron

You’re also not on Tumblr all that much either, but I’m so happy that you’re my friend. You’re a fantastic human being, and I love your Sorakami and his stories. You’re an amazing artist and an amazing writer and storyteller. You’re very creative and come up with so many ideas -- so thank you so much for coming into my life and lighting it up. Even if you always think that your blog isn’t much, or that it isn’t good, don’t worry. I know that it is!

@roaringheart

I. Love. Your. AU. Sora. So. Much. You. Have. No. Idea. I’ve always wondered what Nomura would have done with Lion!Sora, and you’ve done such a fantastic job at showing that. I love him so much, and I love talking with him so much! He’s fantastic and wonderful and awesome. He’s a great Twin for my Sora, and they’re just so awesome together! I want them to create more mischief as they keep on talking and hanging out! And more angst, of course. <3 Thank you for being a fantastic friend, too. You really put up with a lot of my stuff (like interactive Soras, per say), so thank you immensely.

@theotherpuppet

I love talking with you. You have so many ideas and you come up with so many ideas -- Silver is so much fun to talk to! I really enjoy it -- and I’m even more excited for the new winged thread we’ve got going on right now! I can’t wait for it to keep going. I haven’t played an annoyed and angry Sora in a while, so this will be interesting for both of us! Thank you for talking with me, too. You’re a great friend!

@vcidgear

I know you’re on hiatus as well, but one day, I hope you see this message. You’re a fantastic Vanitas. I know that sometimes you get down, but that’s all right. You’re allowed to feel down, just don’t forget about the people who made your life better, not worse! You can forget those negative people -- you don’t deserve the anon hate you get, by the way. You’re allowed to talk OOC on your own blog for goodness sake! But that’s not what I wanna say. I want to thank you so much for being a fantastic roleplay partner, and an even better friend. Thank you. <3

@mayhemforhire

I really really really love your OC. Bman is one of the best OCs I have ever talked to in my entire roleplay career. He’s fantastic and wonderful and WOW. He’s so silly that any time you reply I just end up laughing and smiling because he’s so entertaining -- that anon was right, I would love to see a game involving him. He really would be an amazing book character, or something else. I’m so glad that he’s here, really. Thank you so much for being a great roleplay partner and a great friend. <3

@thenameiscrow

You’re awesome! You’re so fantastic and wonderful! We don’t talk a lot, but I do love the times that we do talk a lot! I know that you’re super busy since you’ve graduated recently (SUPER SUPER SUPER CONGRATS, BY THE WAY) and now you’re on your way to growing up! It’s amazing to watch you bloom into a fantastic woman! :D I’m happy that you’ve been a roleplay partner for the years we’ve been talking, and I just want to say thank you for being my friend! Oh, and I’ve got something to tell you later. Message me when you read this, okay? :3

Wow, that’s a lotta people. But are we all ready for the longest part of the whole thing? 

The list! Here we go, everyone! And thank you all so so so so so much for being there and supporting me. Thank you. <3

@number13roxas ;  @gambogeish ; @ask-captain-faris ; @liningpxeces ; @4seasons-universe ; @punches-like-a-girl ; @hcartbcrn ; @heroicheart ; @burningrxbellion ; @flickeringlightofdusk ; @rikaxi ; @positivelykh ; @askthepompadourghost ; @endss-of-the-earth ; @death-becomes-you ; @bunny-flash-soldier ; @miiraculeuxbelle ; @themagicalmizukuni ; @desiiderium ; @saltysunsets ; @shattermemoria ; @musearchives ; @obscureddarkness ; @friendlyheartless ; @beautifulbishokuya ; @theicequeenslion ; @annam03-the-mun-and-her-muses ; @thewindywielder ; @namine-constellations ; @antaci ; @ventus-ven-for-short ; @mooglestop ; @yoru-no-requiem ; @blxxdchrxnicles ; @dankyouthxehanort ; @vxstexrth ; @duskisms ; @littlestreetrxt ; @bxyondrepair ; @fadingnxte ; @ninthnocturne ; @dxrk-storm ; @tric0thelastguardian ; @heroofgrymoire ; @venven-vani ; @stallionofcimarron ; @dream-chef-flavors ; @noctiisms ; @windbcrn ; @traverse-freeshooter ; @not-so-basic-girl ; @thalxssas ; @renn-the-tactician ; @bblogan ; @snapshotchocobo ; @judasborn ; @thehourglassisempty ; @soldiers-hydrangea ; @meisterkirisaki ; @khreconnect ; @asksorastarlight ; @ambivelousthirteen ; @dreamymarly ; @yummysora ; @superiornumber1 ; @keysoflight ; @hierxphant ; @nctycurprcxy ; @mirror-wolf ; @nerdiiisms ; @terminallycooking ; @tatarian-memory ; @rxcusant ; @bloodsplatteredmoon ; @nobodytoplaywith ; @xchromxsix ; @13th-member ; @sakuradreamerz ; @vhalkyrja ; @guidemetothedark ; @melodious-sitarist 

THANK YOU EVERYONE SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE, YOUR SUPPORT, AND YOUR OVERALL JOYNESS AND GLEENESS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR JUST BEING YOU. <3 <3 <3

The people at the bottom of the list are the people who followed me first (minus a few people listed at the top with the paragraphs under their name) so a super special shoutout to them! Thank you so much!

Everyone, have a great day! <3

[writerspink]

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We Are 3unshine Lyrics Rough Translation

01 You Are Sunshine (verse1: Abby) Hello baby, don't give up on losing So incredible the life you'll believe in Millions of people you're facing and missing Will you still get me a right way for chasing (verse2: Cindy) Hello lady, touch up eyes with gleaming Don't care the pretty lies you keep on telling Running wild in the night I'll go growing We won't stop dancing in the fling

(pre-chorus)(ACD) Hey, you're my sunshine (Dora) Starlight streaming down from the night sky we go by (ACD) Hey, Shine in my life (Dora) Farewell the past time with all my might

(chorus)(Abby) Twinkle twinkle, Spreading your love to the face you gaze at but get no way to trace. Getting rid of the haze, don't caught up in the maze. Glance around the world that covered by our grace. (Cindy) Twinkle twinkle, making the flaming fire blazed lighting up the sight can't be tamed. On the road you can pace, mistakes you don't be blamed. I'll live in the world that without any shades (Dora) Every second of every day Be grateful for poetries you make All the nights and the days (AC) With you the life won't be same

(verse2: Cindy) (Pre chorus+Chorus) Merry Christmas *4 (Pre chorus+Chorus)

02 I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend (verse1: Abby) The playground of wee hours where the night still dimmed all the light where your shadow made my heart beat I cannot calm down You are the mood staying into my heart (verse2: Cindy) how do i live through these sweet feelings messing me up in the classroom and down the playground I caught your shadow and felt your breath Which could never get out of my mind

(pre-chorus)(Dora) Young hearts need some fantasy dreams Young bloods can love with no fear (ACD) Let's be friends But what I want is more than just being friends I want to go with you forever

(chorus1: Abby) I imagine your breath in my dreams Your back makes me fascinated In this life always come the rain and storms I'll go with you (chorus2: Cindy) Maybe it is a mysterious attraction Can't stop me from loving you Love is just like white chocolate One bite, so sweet

(verse2: Cindy) (pre-chorus) (chorus1: Dora) (chorus2: ACD)

03 Hushing Youth Passing Away (chorus)(ACD) Please don't tell him those words you wanna say Sometimes silence can replace the answer Whispers in the diary The diary is like melting in candy

Please don't tell him "let's fall in love" Keep it for now and let it grow with you A love letter in my pocket I never had the nerve to hand it to him

(Abby) The story goes back to two years ago Met him in the adolescent rainy season The girl blushed uncontrollably But the boy pretended to be blind about it (Cindy) Two years later He finally sat in front of her Feelings hidden in spats but Read them on my little notes for you (Dora) Maybe cause we were too young to deal with the things between us Some of them were always unpredictable So I just tried to figure it out on my mind

(chorus)

(Cindy) Recently the phone bill exceeded the budget Get used to chatting with him on the phone The cat slept and I stayed up until midnight chattinging about some nonsense stories (Abby) Summer for autumn to understand each other I wrote you into the chord Deliberately sang it to you how come my face also turn red (AC) Day after day time galloped by We were spending less time together On the last day of the countdown Those words finally remained unsaid

(chorus)

(Dora)Please don't tell him (Cindy)Saying let's fall in love (Abby)Keep it for now, just keep it (ACD) Don't forget to make a call when you get older Hello from the other side by a high-spirited him You'd be glad that you didn't tell him Or our friendship would end up branching off When love was in bud, our dreams were growing up When we were young, the diary was full of flowers Bicycle around the night wind singing your favorite dream Lalala Lalala Just let him go Lalala Lalala Just let him go Lalala Lalala Just let him go Lalala Lalala Just let him go Lalala...

04 Domi

(Dora)Domi (ACD)Look@me Fantasy Look@me (Abby)Uha come on (ACD)put your left hand up(Fantasy) (Abby)Uha come on (ACD)Then follow your right hand up (Dora)Ya

(ACD)From left to right Open it up, don't huddle Count down with me one two three (Cindy)oh are u ready (ACD)This is the moment What you're so nervous for? Make a change, only in this way can quench my thirst (Cindy)How you feeling now

(Cindy) Now is the time to restart, it's really no time to end Don't be shy Don't regret, oh (Dora)Fly with me to the new dimension (Abby)Follow your heart and go ahead bravely (ACD)go ahead, go to Domi Domi Doauw

(ACD)Domi (Abby)Yo (ACD)Domi (Cindy)Come on (ACD)Domi (Abby)Yep (ACD)Domi (Cindy)That's right

(ACD) Gimme ya gimme ya gimme sunshine Gimme sunshine oh hoo Gimme ya gimme ya gimme sunshine Gimme sunshine oh hoo

(Cindy) Now is the time to restart, it's really no time to end Don't be shy Don't regret, oh (Dora)Fly with me to the new dimension (Abby)Follow your heart and go ahead bravely (ACD)go ahead, go to Domi Domi Doauw

(ACD)Domi (Abby)Yo (ACD)Domi (Cindy)Come on (ACD)Domi (Abby)Yep (ACD)Domi (Cindy)That's right

JaJaJaLa JaJaJaLaLaLaLa JaJaJaJaJaLa JaJaLaJaLa *4

(Cindy) Now is the time to restart, it's really no time to end Don't be shy Don't regret, oh (Dora)Fly with me to the new dimension (Abby)Follow your heart and go ahead bravely (ACD)go ahead, go to Domi Domi Doauw

(ACD)Domi (Abby)Yo (ACD)Domi (Cindy)Come on (ACD)Domi (Abby)Yep (ACD)Domi (Cindy)That's right

(ACD)From left to right Open it up, don't huddle Count down with me one two three (Cindy)oh are u ready (ACD)This is the moment What you're so nervous for? Make a change, only in this way can quench my thirst (Cindy)How you feeling now

(ACD)From left to right Open it up, don't huddle Count down with me one two three (Cindy)oh are u ready (ACD)This is the moment What you're so nervous for? Make a change, only in this way can quench my thirst (Cindy)How you feeling now

(Dora)Domi Do Mi Ni

05 Big Sister

(Cindy) You are already powerless I've got you under my thumb All you got to do is behave, can't you? (Abby) Even if I've taken millions of measures Just to make sure you're safe Don't hate my nagging mouth

(AC)Come to play my game oh baby do not be afraid (Cindy)The rule is to follow my lead (AC)Come to play my game oh baby it will be so great Because... (Dora)I am your big sister! 

(Abby) Don't apologize like a lamb and pretend to be considerate Don't say goodbye like a shooting star across the night Because...I am your big sister! 

(ACD)Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis (Cindy)I am your big sis, call me big sis (ACD)Yas sis! Yas sis! (ACD)Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis (Dora)I'm your very big sister and don't tell me what to do

(Cindy) Even if you use PUA to hook up a little sister I have been used to the storm to destroy you (Abby) It's not forbidding you to change Just worried that you might be cheated You should learn more from me

(AC)Come to play my game oh baby do not be afraid (Cindy)The rule is to follow my lead (AC)Come to play my game oh baby it will be so great Because... (Dora)I am your big sister! 

(Abby) Don't apologize like a lamb and pretend to be considerate Don't say goodbye like a shooting star across the night Because...I am your big sister! 

(ACD)Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis (Cindy)I am your big sis, call me big sis (ACD)Yas sis! Yas sis! (ACD)Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis (Dora)I'm your very big sister and don't tell me what to do

(ACD)Call me big sis Call me big sis, call me big sis Call me big sis, call me big sis, call me big sis 3unshine just comes with power Come and support your sister No boy can't dump 3unshine just comes with power Come and support your sister No boy has to worship

06 Yelling Yelling

(Dora)Auw (Cindy)Uh huh (Abby)You know I don't wanna know (ACD)ja ja ja ja la ja la la(ACD) Made Up Of Magic Yelling Yelling Appreciate your own style Yelling Yelling Put the bad mood away Yelling Yelling Beautiful physical body you and me

(Dora)hey oops, look he has abs (Abby)Handsome and decent, never deliberately mystifying (Cindy)Could be a captivator who makes us keep fascinating and staring anytime, anywhere (ACD)Work harder, my own style can also be in their focus You can come right close to me and I will make myself feel sexy

(Abby)Self-discipline keeps me from indulging (Cindy)Confidence makes my aura unmatched (Dora)Keep your chin up and don't be afraid to be too humble (ACD)Don't be the dust that falling in love

(Abby)Lose weight, sharp my body, build up muscle and then line my schedule (Cindy)My diet references calories (Dora)Early to bed and early to rise, still don't forget (ACD)Hit'em with a healthier lifestyle

(ACD) once slander had vilified me but now they're all collapse at the first blow(never take'em in my eyes) All the abuse and gossip I've almost forgotten Don't doubt yourself, be yourself

(ACD) Made Up Of Magic Yelling Yelling Appreciate your own style Yelling Yelling Put the bad mood away Yelling Yelling Beautiful physical body you and me

07 BALA

(Abby) Just keep the melody simple Just make the lyrics more popular Music is supposed to be this direct (Cindy) it's not ashamed that we make it pop Feeling good is all that matters you're still a rush-toward-street guy, right? (Abby) OK, well. Don't be silly again. When it's time to give up, you should let go. (Cindy) Well, OK. Stop pushing for new songs No matter how amount of singing, no one could really get me (AC) It shouldn't be too complicated in life Just keep our random life as long as we're alive Don't believe what Chicken Soul says like blah blah blah blah blah Play video games if you like If you want some fruit, go eat it I could eat eight guava in one bite (Dora) all friends here, Hello! I'm Dora from 3unshine Please follow me and wave your hands Get ready? Dance!

(Dora) I am a proud princess I make myself so headstrong I am the only queen of my life Have a temper when I get angry Never pretend to be reserved when I'm happy I am Lady D who never want to be tutored Oh my oh my! I'm tone-deaf Had to cover it with autotune Alright, alright! To conclude, Only a life full of negative energy can be a positive energy one. (AC) It shouldn't be too complicated in life Just keep our random life as long as we're alive Don't believe what Chicken Soul says like blah blah blah blah blah Play video games if you like If you want some fruit, go eat it I could eat eight guava in one bite (ACD) Slow down your life a little bit more What should come will come, don't be afraid of it Laziness is not necessarily a bad word sometimes Please stay where it's cool Why always expose yourself to the sun After the youth don't be obsessed with "hard work pays off" such naive lies.

BABABA BALABA BABABA BALABA BABALABA BALABALA BALABALABALABALA

08 Bubble Raising (Abby solo)

She was young and blind Sleep well never diet Lazily wakeup in midnight Its tripping time Push the window Cotton flow in sky Blove and violet Dress on cloud of voice Star is brightness Love is misty fear Did u realize Did u realize what i said Push the window Cotton flow in sky Blove and violet Dress on cloud of voice Star is brightness Love is misty fear Did u realize Did u realize what i said 1.2.3.4 Bubble carry me raising right 5.6.7.8 Play this song all the time u can u can taste u can u can smell u can u can touch u can u can see 1.2.3.4 Bubble carry me raising right 5.6.7.8 Play this song all the time u can u can taste u can u can smell u can u can touch u can u can see

09 The Incorrect Aesthetics (Cindy solo)

(verse) What's real and what's fake What's good and evil, right and wrong, the ugly beauty It's all clear to me

No matter what you think or do or say Deliberately put her down Hurt her too much

You think you see things that others don't You think they're all assholes Why can't you see the problems that were so obvious

(chorus) Stop! Talking that, shutting up. People's preference for things is most easily affected by the frequency of exposure Talking that, shutting up I don't wanna wanna hear ya just Please consciously correct your incorrect aesthetic beauty! beauty! beauty! the incorrect aesthetics

(verse+chorus)

No RIP No RIP Not forgetting the day when I am queen C You know me but I don't know her They all try and diss me But there ain't nothing in it Attention, a new generation of sunshine we created Look, I'm fabulous, I'm fabulous, I'm fabulous

(chorus)

10 A Quadratic Girl (Dora solo)

The sky seems to be flat I've never changed my clothes I am a little girl in a cartoon I'm looking at you across the screen You have the deepest eyes and look silly when you laugh

I want to tell you I kind of like you But once I cross dimensions, I'd become transparent The cartoon always has an ending Then I'll never see you again I'll sing "I love you" at the ending song

I live in a quadratic world Desserts here have very little taste I have never tasted sweetness I want to meet you in reality And feel the temperature of your hand To find out how warmth feels

I want to tell you I kind of like you But once I cross dimensions, I'd become transparent The cartoon always has an ending Then I'll never see you again I'll sing "I love you" at the ending song

I want to tell you I kind of like you But once I cross dimensions, I'd become transparent The cartoon always has an ending Then I'll never see you again I'll sing "I love you" at the ending song

The cartoon always has an ending Then I'll never see you again I'll sing "I love you" at the ending songI want to tell you I kind of like you

11 3unshine Is Born

(verse1) (ACD)Don't care how you look (Abby)Baby (ACD)It's just how you feel, (Cindy)Oh yeah (ACD) No bouquet for the bad shit and cliché for the new bitch Visions are so icy To see your heart clearly (verse2: Abby) Come on and do it, baby You've gotta make it real, oh yeah Don't mind the game that you're in and what kind of man you've been It's bullshit You don't like me, but I'm still me, now you got it

(pre-chorus)(ACD) Can't stop, fall in love Out of the scam that you trust World sucks, but we get up We're gonna be our own star Get up, never give up Let the music make me so hot so hot Cuz I'm so hot

(chorus) (ACD)We pump you up (Abby)Abby pump you up (Cindy)Cindy pump you up (Dora)Dora pump you up (ACD)3unshine pump you up

(verse1) (verse2: Cindy) (pre-chorus) (chorus)

(Abby)Nothing is the must so you don't need to get with all the pressure people give you who got you crazy, oh no (Cindy)So get you off the bad and mad world with all your might to be the good girl who get all the shit away, oh yes (Dora) Who do you think you are Don't care who do you think you are Just love yourself and be yourself, ok？

(ACD) Don't stop, make me hot Just let me be your diva Sunshine sisterhood It can fight back all the dark Get up, never give up We are 3unshine Yas I'm so hot so hot Cuz I'm so hot

(Chorus)

12 Thank U

(Dora) Nobody likes you I wanna Thank U Nobody likes you (Abby) What if no one hears me sing What if the way forward is a mistake what do I do? what do I do? What if no one watches me dancing What if they were questioning where I was going How helpless would I be? (AC) Once a few times I even gave up to insist on the dream Had a few times that I want to shout hard (Abby)But I'm glad to have you with me all the time

(Cindy)I said (Abby)Thank u thank u for giving me glowing energy (Cindy)I wanna thank U baby (Abby)thank u thank u for making me shining (Cindy)I wanna thank U baby (Abby)thank u thank u It's all your warmth (Cindy)I wanna thank U baby (Abby)Let the sun shine so bright, I wanna thank U

(Dora) I wanna thank U I wanna thank U

(Cindy) What if no one hears me sing What if the way forward is a mistake what do I do? what do I do? What if no one watches me dancing What if they were questioning where I was going How helpless would I be? (AC) Once a few times I even gave up to insist on the dream Had a few times that I want to shout hard (Cindy)But I'm glad to have you with me all the time

(Abby)I said (Cindy)Thank u thank u for giving me glowing energy (Abby)I wanna thank U baby (Cindy)thank u thank u for making me shining (Abby)I wanna thank U baby (Cindy)thank u thank u It's all your warmth (Abby)I wanna thank U baby (Cindy)Let the sun shine so bright, I wanna thank U

(Dora) I wanna thank U I wanna thank U

(ACD) Sunshine In my life Close your eyes Feel my mind Sunshine In my life Close your eyes Feel my mind

(Dora) I wanna thank U I wanna thank U

(Abby) What if no one hears me sing (Cindy) What if no one watches me dancing (Dora) Then we just act like there's someone here!

13 Little Magic Dragon

(ACD)

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

(ACD)

I have horns on my head

I have a tail on the back

No one ever knows

How many secrets I actually have

I have horns on my head

I have a tail on the back

No one ever knows

How many secrets I actually have

(ACD)I am a little magic dragon

(Abby)magic dragon, magic dragon

(ACD)I have lots of little mysterious secrets

(Abby)secrets, secrets

(ACD)I do have a lot of secrets

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

(ACD)

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

3-3unshine, 3-3unshine, 3-3unshine

We Are Sunshine

(Abby)

I have horns on my head

I have a tail on the back

No one ever knows

How many secrets I actually have

(Cindy)

I have horns on my head

I have a tail on the back

No one ever knows

How many secrets I actually have

(Dora)I am a little magic dragon

(AC)magic dragon, magic dragon

(Dora)I have lots of little mysterious secrets

(AC)secrets, secrets

(ACD)I do have a lot of secrets

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

(Dora)never ever tell you

(Abby)Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(Cindy)Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa

(Dora)Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(Dora)

I am a little magic dragon

I have lots of little mysterious secrets

I am a little magic dragon

I have lots of little mysterious secrets

(ACD)I do have a lot of secrets

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

(ACD)I am a little magic dragon

(Abby)magic dragon, magic dragon

(ACD)I have lots of little mysterious secrets

(Abby)secrets, secrets

(ACD)I am a little magic dragon

(Abby)magic dragon, magic dragon

(ACD)I have lots of little mysterious secrets

(Abby)secrets, secrets

(ACD)I do have a lot of secrets

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

never ever tell you

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From The Farm To Grammy Collaborations: Council Expands On ‘Rust To Gold’ Debut

How do three brothers who worked on a farm with no internet get this ridiculously talented team to work with them--on a debut, no less? Lead singer Patrick Reeves says, “The short answer is luck and a lot of persistence.”

Amongst the treacherous and over-populated landscape of today’s music, Council’s music emerges as the soundtrack that reminds you of U2, with the melodies and modern day sing-along-able chants of One Republic or 30 Seconds to Mars. They embody the tunes that truly do get trapped in your head, and without the gimmicks of vocoders, distracting auto-tuned featured artists, or a melody played by an instrument rather than sung by a vocalist.

Council’s debut EP, Rust to Gold, shows that rock can still exist in pure form. Moreover, perhaps the more interesting factoid is who this relatively unknown band worked on the album with: Grammy-nominated producer Justin Gray (Mariah Carey, John Legend), ten-time Grammy-nominated mixer Mark Needham (Imagine Dragons, The Killers), and mastering legend, Howie Weinberg (U2, Nirvana).

The three brothers who make up Council --twins Pat and Doug, plus brother Andy-- won over their champions the old fashioned way: by sending demos and emails. Describing themselves as “U2 meets Imagine Dragons and on some nights they invite Coldplay over for a threesome,” the band’s EP undoubtedly exudes a polished sound comparable to that of a rock veteran’s second or third studio release.

In the day and age of “buying” success, Council shows us that focused talent plus persistent hard work will always pay off. Read more in our Q&A below. 

 You guys are brothers--were you in other bands before you started working together?

Pat: We all have been with this band since its inception. We each threaten to leave and go to other bands but frankly, there’s nothing like working with your brothers.

Why are you called Council?

Pat: We really spent quite an amount of time trying to figure out something that wasn’t outrageous, had meaning, and looked good in print. We were being evicted from our apartment, and I was arguing some reason why we thought we were in the right and the manager said she would bring it to her “counsel.” I remember looking at Doug and Andy and saying, “that could be our name.” I wasn’t particularly focused on the eviction part, but more excited we had just crossed off our first band task. We changed the spelling because it better reflected our band’s decision-making process.

 Who are some of your influences?

Doug: U2 would be at the top of the list for so many reasons including longevity, amazing songs, and a tremendous live show. I’d also say Oasis. We caught the end of their peak, but nonetheless can’t help being inspired by the brothers Gallagher. The Who, Foo Fighters, Queen, and the lyrical genius of Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam. 

How on earth did you go from working on a farm to working with all the Grammy winners/nominees that helped produce this EP?

Pat: When we were on the farm, we had no internet so we'd take lunch breaks and odd times at night to go to the library and send out our demos to industry people. We were fortunate to have legendary mixer, Brian Malouf (Michael Jackson, Queen), open the email and like what we were doing. The first co-writing session was with writer/producer Justin Gray (John Legend, Dirty Heads). We were amazed at how quickly and proficiently he worked. We learned so much and had an immediate connection with him.

Fast forward a couple years later: we were still sending out demos to industry people but had some big names believing in us. People like Grammy winners David Kahne (Paul McCartney, The Strokes), Richard Rainey (U2 producer/mixer), Terry Lawless (U2 keyboardist/programmer), and attorney George Stein (Jeff Buckley). We decided we had to finally record something professionally.

We immediately thought of Justin as the guy to fulfill our vision. By the next phone call, he had a rough sketch of what the EP should sound like and also had brought Mark Needham (The Killers, Imagine Dragons) to mix. So with everything in place, we got to work on our debut Rust To Gold.

On the EP, is there a thread that ties the songs together?

Pat: I think all the songs are a reflection of hope; a kind of a dark optimism. And truthfully we’ve lived the songs lyrics, so I think the listener will pick up on the fact that as a band, we are forward-looking. No matter the darkness that preceded us, there’s always light and that’s what we want to translate through our songs.

As brothers, how does the songwriting process work?

Doug: After years of trying to figure the process out, I’m grateful I can actually answer this question. Usually, I’ll hear some new song or a beat and bring it to Pat’s attention. He’s my twin, so I know his tastes pretty good by now. Pat will then usually put a chord progression, a lead piano line and some kind of working title. Then it’s played to Andy, and if he seems interested then Andy proceeds to kick Pat off the song (or at least leading the charge in writing) for fear he’ll ruin it. Then Andy starts developing song structure, lyrical ideas, and from there it becomes a three-man effort to etch out an idea that has passed all of our approvals. We try not to waste time if we all aren’t excited about the song.

What movie trailer would “Rise Above It All” fit best on?

Doug: I’d say definitely a biographical movie. They seem to really capture the spirit of never giving up. Maybe “Cinderella Man?” An amazing story of perseverance through some extraordinary odds.

What bands/music are you listening to right now?

Andy: The Strumbellas, Kings of Leon, Metallica’s new album. We really love every genre so whatever is being played is usually okay with us.

 Of the shows you’ve played so far, what has been your favorite place and why?

Pat: I’d say playing at Pipeline Café in Hawaii and opening for the All American Rejects because it was the culmination of a lot of work we had put in--playing in front of 2,500 people was really something I enjoyed.

Andy: Mine was playing at Citi Field (Mets Stadium). The Mets happen to be our favorite team and playing on the field was amazing. This was when Jose Reyes was about to win the batting title, so the fans were electric.

Doug: I’d say opening for The Toadies. Not only are they amazing live, but it was surreal to be playing Guitar Hero to their song the summer before and then be on the same stage as them six months later. 

Most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you while performing?

Andy: One time I forgot to hit my tuning pedal when I was supposed to start the song--nothing came out of the amp and I screwed up the timing so bad we had to restart the song. I also had my guitar strap come undone mid-song and my guitar dropped to the stage.

Doug: I’ve dropped sticks and missed notes, but I think coming in the song on the wrong count off is my biggest mistake. We play to a click and backing tracks and when that happens, I literally screw the whole song up. And get the death stare from my two brothers.

Pat: For me, probably stepping on the cord and having the microphone come unplugged or forgetting lyrics. I’m always surprised how I can forget something we wrote. 

If you could open for any established band on a big tour, who would you pick?

Doug: U2. They are an older band by our generation's standard, but they really have been a huge influence on us and in music in general. The fact that they can still put on the biggest tour in the world and continually push the envelope live is a testament to their influence and evolution in maintaining relevance. They certainly didn’t invent the stadium sound, but they have perfected it. To be able to open for them would not only be a career high point, but a challenge that I know we’d love to take head on. 

What do you hope to accomplish this year?

Pat: I think we have our sights on a record and publishing deal this year. We’d really love to add to our team and have a label and publisher to help take the band to the next level. In a year, I’d imagine we’d be touring. Hopefully, the tour will encompass more dates and states than we’ve done before and also be able to add some international stops.

When can we expect to hear a full album from you? What’s next for you? 

Pat: Hopefully late fall 2017. If things fall into place, we’d love to be recording the LP with our producer, Justin Gray, and have it ready for fall release.

Next, we will be releasing another EP in February sometime.We will be hitting dates in the northeast early this year and continue to expand tour dates and states. Keep an out for what we’re up to, it’s going to be a very interesting year.

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“No Art, No Smart”

Here I am with the weekly time-travel in “Throwback Thursday”! Today’s subject is the eighth album by the acclaimed visual kei band Merry, entitled NOnsenSe MARkeT and released on 24th December 2014. It’s not a case that the title features both tiny and uppercase letters, because, as explained by the singer Gara, there is an hidden message uniting the uppercase letter from the titles of the first two tracks, which says “No Art, No Smart”. It means that according to Merry, the music must bring a message to the listeners, revolving about a strong criticism against current society, a fundamental theme for this band. And now... let’s review!

-iNtO the mARkeT: the album starts with a short SE, driven by a typewriter and an exotic guitar, defining the unpredictable atmosphere of the album.

-NOnsenSe MARkeT [the world as market of good and bad things]: the title-track of the album is opened by Gara’s strong vocals, leading up to an intense and exotic metal sound inside a powerful rhythm, well built by the single instruments and enriched by an intense vocal interpretation, for one of the best songs by this band. ---> 10/10

- 「Tokyo」 [a city which never changes]: a strong guitar opens a faster rock theme, in a style closer to punk rock, thanks to energetic riffs; Gara’s voice is bright, for a catchy and blazing track, especially for the good use of the bass. ---> 9/10

-Jishiki kajougata deku ningen (Kind of human excessively aware) [empty and wrong world]: an harsh guitar opens this short song, with a powerful drumming building up a devastating rhythm and unregular vocals, for a quite extreme track. ---> 8.5/10

-Zero [restarting again]: the lead-track of the twenty-first single is kicked off by a really soft guitar, leading up to a positive and energetic rock melody, thanks to balanced guitar riffs; the song is engaging and freaking, really refined by the reggae bass playing. ---> 9.5/10

-Kurayami ni pink (Pink in the darkness) [being together until the end]: a soft drumming opens this song, featuring a strong folk vibe, typical of Merry’s music, with engaging guitars and even the shakuhachi; Gara’s voice is hard but incredibly intense, building up a refined track. ---> 9.5/10

-Hide-and-seek [sorrow and illusions]: this song is opened by a warm guitar, featuring an exotic atmosphere; the vocals are clear and the guitars are really incisive, for a peculiar and powerful song, driven by the technique. ---> 9.5/10

-Zombie Paradise -Jigoku no butoukyoku- (Zombie Paradise -Infernal dance-) [mad dancing]: pounding drums and faster guitar kick off this track, with a cheerful sound and some electronic effect; the vocals are quite flowing, inside a simple and light rock theme. ---> 9/10

-Carnival [wild revolution]: this song has a fast rhythm and retrò guitars, building up a powerful and engaging rock melody, with freaking vocals and a beating sound, refined in each part of its. ---> 9/10

-Station 07: this SE alternates soft beats and a retrò theme, a good interlude for what comes after.

-Chiyoda-sen Democracy (Chiyoda line democracy) [nonsense reality]: a piercing and a fast guitar opens a really rhythmical rock song and second lead of the album, driven by an animated choir; the vocals are strong and steady, for a song of good level. ---> 9/10

-Fukurou (Howl) [decaying and hopeless world]: one of the most famous themes by Merry, leading the twenty-third single, is introduced by a bright guitar, for a fast and steady rhythm; Gara’s astonishing voice is accompained by a deep bass, for a catchy and powerful song, where the potency is the most important element. ---> 10/10

-Unreachable Voice [it’s impossible living alone]: a melancholic guitar kicks off this song, in a slow rhythm and female vocals starting the theme, warm and suggestive; Gara’s voice is sweet and tender, showing off his talent, for a deep and well articulated ballad. ---> 9.5/10

-Gunjou (Ultramarine) [monotony]: the album ends with the lead-track of eighteenth single, started by Gara’s clear and powerful voice, another proof of his great talent; the drums are rapid and the guitars are piercing and steady for a worthy ending theme. ---> 9/10

Final Vote ---> 9/10

Merry is one of the most appreciated acts of Japanese rock scene and not by case. Their music is incredibly wide and extends its range to several different genres, all well rendered by the distinctive talent of each member. When most can see “nonsense”, Merry sees a more important thing, the necessity of communicating their view of the world through unexpectable devices and fascinating methods and NOnsenSe MARkeT accomplished its mission of giving the proper message, at least to us. If you really enjoy Merry’s avant-garde view of the world, you can listen to their latest work, the ninth full album M-Ology, released yesterday, showing once again that they can still be unique and eccentric. An album for who loves Merry, not only as simple band, but even as carriers of a powerful message to the world, without a specific genre.

That’s all folks! See you on Sunday for the week-end special in “Focusing on”!

Thanks for the reading!

*Sorry for the delay*