⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 19
Chapter 19 | scripted auditions⌟
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Lying on your back, you stare at the ceiling of the apartment you share with Seora, your mind racing.
The evening had been spent diving deep into the storyline of the K-drama for which you and Taehyung were to sing the OST—a task that felt both surreal and exhilarating.
The drama, based on a beloved webtoon, weaves a poignant narrative of a ghost hopelessly in love with a funeral director's son. But this isn't just any love story; it's one steeped in history, tragedy, and the supernatural.
The son, unbeknownst to him, is the reincarnation of her ancient lover, a love that had once blossomed between a wealthy daughter and a peasant boy in a Korea of a thousand years past—a tale reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet, marked by star-crossed love and a cruel twist of fate.
Their love, pure and profound, had met a tragic end, thwarted by a jealous witch whose curse condemned her to an eternity of earthly wandering while her lover was doomed to be reborn, forever yearning for her in a cycle of unfulfilled longing.
And now, after a millennium, their paths cross again, but with a twist—their connection is now relegated to the realm of dreams, a bittersweet reminder of what once was and what could be.
As you absorb the depth of the drama's plot, a mix of emotions swirls within you—excitement at the thought of contributing your voice to such a moving tale, a twinge of nervousness about performing alongside Taehyung, and a curious sense of connection to the characters' plight, perhaps mirroring your own recent journey of unexpected challenges and serendipitous encounters.
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Sitting next to Yoongi in the dimly lit studio, you watch as he expertly navigates through the final touches of the instrumental piece for the OST. The air is charged with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation for the next phase—lyrics.
Swiveling his chair to face you, Yoongi's eyes meet yours, signaling a shift to the next creative hurdle. "We've got the music down. Now, we need the words to breathe life into it," he states, his voice a mix of excitement and challenge.
Curious, you lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. "How do you usually come up with the lyrics?" you ask, genuinely intrigued by the process.
Yoongi shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. "It varies," he begins, his gaze drifting off as if recalling past experiences. "Sometimes it's inspiration, a sudden burst of emotion or an idea. Other times, we have ghostwriters or collaborators. And occasionally, the artists themselves contribute, especially if they want to infuse their personal touch."
Your mind races at the possibilities, the open invitation to partake in this creative process both thrilling and daunting. Yoongi's casual mention of your potential involvement hangs in the air, inviting yet challenging.
"I see," you murmur, more to yourself than to him, as you ponder the weight of such an opportunity. Yoongi's next reminder nudges you from your reverie.
"Remember, you're more than welcome to help with the lyrics," he says, his tone encouraging, recognizing perhaps your hesitation and the potential he sees in you.
You nod, a silent acknowledgment of his offer, your mind alight with the challenge it presents. As Yoongi turns back to his equipment, you sit back, the wheels in your head turning, contemplating how you might contribute to the tapestry of words that will accompany the melody you both have crafted.
Your mind, now a whirlwind of emotions and creativity, latches onto Yoongi's advice: to draw from personal experiences for the song's lyrics.
But there's a hitch—you've never been in love. At least, not in the way the characters in the drama have, with their intense, centuries-spanning connection.
Sighing, you roll onto your side, propping your head on one hand as you gaze out the window, the city lights blurring into a tapestry of life and stories unfolding in the quiet of the night.
How would you react if you were truly in love? Would it be a storm of passion, a serene harbor of mutual understanding, or a blend of both.
With your eyes half-closed, you let your imagination take the reins, crafting a scenario where you're enveloped in the arms of an unseen lover.
The details are hazy, his face obscured, but the sensations are vivid—the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear, the comforting strength of his embrace, and a profound sense of belonging and peace washing over you.
Motivated by this, you sit up, reaching for a notepad and pen that lie on the nightstand. The words begin to flow, tentative at first, then with growing confidence as you channel the emotions of your daydream into lyrics.
As the verse takes shape, you lean back, the pen still in hand, feeling a sense of accomplishment and anticipation for what these words will become once melded with music and brought to life.
Each line is a reflection, a piece of the puzzle that forms the narrative of love, loss, and reunion that you're helping to tell through the OST.
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Bursting into Yoongi's studio, your presence fills the room with an undeniable energy, your breath catching from the sprint. The weekend has been a whirlwind of creativity for you, the outside world blurring into the background as you poured your heart and soul into the lyrics.
You barely give him a chance to greet you before you're sharing the fruits of your laborious weekend.
"Yoongi-ssi, listen to this. I haven't slept properly, just thinking and writing," you say, your voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and excitement.
Without waiting for a response, you take a deep breath and begin to sing the lines you've meticulously crafted:
"Echoes of eternity, in whispers of the wind,
In dreams, you feel my presence, in silence, we're akin.
Our souls entwined by destiny, a love that won't rescind,
Across the sands of time, my love, our stories are pinned."
As the last note fades, you lower your gaze, suddenly self-conscious, the adrenaline rush giving way to a moment of vulnerability. You're aware of every sound in the room—the hum of the equipment, the soft tapping of Yoongi's foot, the steady beat of your own heart.
Then, you hear it—Yoongi's voice, clear and encouraging. "That's amazing," he says, and when you dare to look up, you're met with a smile that's both impressed and genuinely pleased. It's a look that speaks volumes, affirming your effort and validating the emotional journey you embarked on to bring these lyrics to life.
In that moment, any lingering doubts evaporate, replaced by a warm sense of accomplishment and connection. You've not only contributed something valuable to the project, but you've also tapped into a deeper level of your own creativity, a realization that brings with it a new sense of confidence and possibility.
Yoongi leans back in his chair, observing the mixture of relief and pride on your face. He's genuinely impressed with your contribution, a fact that's evident in the softening of his usually stoic expression.
"You did great," he acknowledges, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "Did you take my advice then? Drawing from personal experiences?"
You feel a flush creep up your neck as his question hangs in the air. Shifting uncomfortably, you avoid his gaze, focusing on a non-descript spot on the studio wall. "Well, kind of," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
Yoongi's eyebrows arch, a silent prompt for you to continue. He's intrigued, sensing there's more to your creative process than you're letting on.
Taking a deep breath, you gather your thoughts, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I've never been in love," you confess, your gaze still averted. "So, I wasn't sure how to truly capture that... that kind of deep affection and longing the ghost feels."
You pause, gathering your thoughts, feeling vulnerable under Yoongi's attentive gaze. "But I've seen it, you know? Like, in the way my dad would just light up when telling me stories about my mom—an unspoken promise in his eyes... a dedication that went beyond words."
You're not accustomed to baring your soul like this, especially in a professional setting, but the words poured out, fueled by the emotions stirred by the drama's narrative and Yoongi's encouragement.
Your eyes drift to a spot on the wall, but you're not really seeing it. You're visualizing a future, a possibility, a hope. "So because of that, I imagine love as this... this all-encompassing force, you know? Where you're completely immersed in someone's well-being, where their happiness is your happiness."
Your hands gesture subtly as you speak, illustrating the depth of your envisioned love. "It's about being there, always, in the big moments and the quiet ones. Celebrating their victories, comforting them in their defeats. It's a partnership, a shared journey where you're both each other's biggest fans and safest havens... The kind of love I hope to give someone someday."
Yoongi watches you, his expression softening. There's a moment when even he seems to get lost in the world you're describing, a world where love is boundless and all-consuming.
When you finish, with a self-conscious chuckle and a simple "Yeah, something like that," Yoongi's response is gentle, thoughtful.
"That's... really beautiful," he says, the usual edge in his voice smoothed away by the sincerity of your shared moment. "You've got a real gift, not just for music but for understanding the heart of it. Someone's going to be very lucky to have that kind of love from you," he adds, his words a quiet testament to the profound impact of your shared creative journey.
Your smile returns, a little more confident this time, buoyed by Yoongi's words. In this studio, surrounded by wires and waves, you've found a place where your innermost thoughts can turn into art, where your unexperienced heart can still speak the universal language of love.
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The studio became your haven, a place where time seemed to bend to the rhythm of creation. The collaborative energy between you and Yoongi fueled the progression of the OST.
Each session, each shared idea, and each moment of triumph or frustration, drew you deeper into the fabric of the song you were building together.
As the two-week mark approached, the song began to take a definitive shape, its melody and lyrics blending together to form a narrative that echoed the drama storyline.
The nights stretched long, with coffee cups and scribbled notes scattered around, a testament to the dedication both of you poured into this project.
On a particularly productive night, with the city asleep outside the studio windows, Adora and Jungkook stepped in to lend their voices to the demo. Their talent brought a new dimension to the song, their interpretation breathing life into the words and melodies you and Yoongi had carefully crafted.
Sitting behind the mixing board, you listened intently as their voices filled the room, their harmonies and emotions weaving through the air. Yoongi, ever the meticulous producer, guided them through each line, ensuring that every note conveyed the depth of the song's message.
With each playback, you found yourself immersed in the music, feeling the characters' love and longing as if they were your own.
When a note didn't quite hit the mark or a phrase needed tweaking, you and Yoongi discussed and debated, each suggestion and adjustment bringing the song closer to its final form.
As the sun began to rise, casting a soft light into the studio, you both knew that the OST was nearing completion. The demo, enriched by Adora and Jungkook's voices, now stood as a testament to the hard work and late nights, a melody that would soon accompany the drama's unfolding story.
As Yoongi saved the final version of the demo, you realized that this experience was more than just work; it was a journey of artistic exploration and personal growth.
With a sense of accomplishment, you leaned back in your chair, exchanging a tired but satisfied glance with Yoongi. The song was ready, a piece of art ready to be shared with the world, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.
In these two weeks, you'd not only contributed to an OST but also discovered a new facet of your creativity, one that resonated with the core of storytelling and emotion.
As Yoongi saved the final version of the demo, you realized that this experience was more than just work; it was a journey of artistic exploration and personal growth.
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The early morning message from Yoongi set a flutter of nerves in your stomach.
𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈
Come to the studio
It's time to record
As you headed to HYBE, doubts circled in your mind, overshadowing the excitement. Would your voice carry the same depth as Adora's? Was there a chance they might reconsider and use her demo instead?
Upon arriving, the sight of Taehyung, already immersed in the material, alongside Namjoon, offered a semblance of reassurance. Namjoon, ever observant, was the first to notice your arrival, greeting you with a warm, dimpled smile that eased some of your tension.
"Hey, you ready for this?" Namjoon asked, his voice laced with encouragement. His casual demeanor and the genuine smile helped to calm your swirling thoughts.
Taehyung looked up, his expression shifting to one of support as he caught sight of you. "Don't worry, you'll do great," he chimed in, his confidence in you clear.
Their words, meant to comfort, did their job, slowly peeling away the layers of your anxiety. Yoongi entered the room a minute later, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, signaling his readiness to dive into the recording session. His presence brought a new wave of reality to the situation—you were about to record a song with Taehyung for a real OST.
Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you followed Taehyung into the vocal booth, the lyrics you helped craft in hand. As the music started, a beautiful, haunting melody that you'd become intimately familiar with over the past weeks, you found yourself enveloped in the song's emotion.
Taehyung's voice melded seamlessly with the music, his talent undeniable as he breathed life into the words, "In slumber's grip, I feel you near, a phantom touch, yet oh so clear..." His voice, a perfect counterbalance to the melody, resonated with a deep longing, embodying the male protagonist's connection to the ghost.
When your cue came, you hesitantly began, "In ancient streets where blossoms weep, I wander, lost, in time's deep creek..." Your voice was softer than intended, but as you continued, the music seemed to lift you, and your voice grew stronger, more confident. The lyrics you'd poured your soul into flowed naturally, painting the air with the ghost's sorrow and love, transcending time itself.
The song, a duet of longing and reunion, became a bridge linking your passion for music with the legacy of love and artistry you cherished. Singing alongside Taehyung, your and his voices intertwined during the chorus, creating a harmonious dialogue between the two souls, "Echoes of eternity, in whispers of the wind..."The combined voices elevated the song's narrative of enduring love and ethereal bonds.
Yoongi and Namjoon, behind the mixing board, was the guiding force, shaping the raw emotion into a polished gem. They ensured that every note conveyed the depth of the song's message, capturing the essence of your characters' journey through time and love's labyrinth.
As the song reached its peak, your and Taehyung's voices soared, touching upon the yearning and hope that underpinned the song's core, echoing the promise of a love that defies time and circumstance. When the last note faded, the silence that followed felt heavy and meaningful, marking a milestone in your personal journey in the world of music.
You open your eyes slowly, almost hesitant to break the spell the music cast. The first thing you see is Yoongi and Namjoon through the glass pane, their expressions alight with genuine approval and delight. Their smiles are broad, their eyes shining with the kind of satisfaction that only comes when something truly special has been created.
Yoongi, his hand still on the mic button, lets out a contented sigh, his voice clear through the intercom, "I think we got a banger." His words, simple yet profound, fill you with a rush of euphoria and relief.
Namjoon nods in agreement, his dimples deepening as he adds, "Absolutely flawless on the first take. That's rare." His tone conveys not just professional admiration but a personal pride in the work you've all accomplished together.
Taehyung, standing beside you, turns with a wide grin, echoing the sentiment. "You were amazing," he says, his voice infused with an enthusiasm that's infectious. The warmth in his eyes is reassuring, affirming that you didn't just meet expectations; you exceeded them.
As you stepped out of the booth, Namjoon clapped you on the back. "You've got a real talent," he complimented, "Your voice... it's got something special."
You couldn't help but smile back, a wave of relief washing over you. Despite the doubts that had haunted you leading up to this moment, the music had felt right, almost like a connection to something greater than yourself.
The praise, coming from artists you respected so much, filled you with a newfound confidence. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to find your place in this world of music, a space where you could connect with your brother's legacy and carve out your own path.
"Thank you," you managed, your voice thick with emotion. "This means a lot to me."
Yoongi nodded, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the moment. "Let's take a listen, shall we?"
Sitting down, you're still riding the high of the session, a pleasant buzz in your veins as Yoongi hits play, and the song fills the room once more.
Hearing your voice intertwined with Taehyung's through the speakers is an out-of-body experience. It's you, but it also feels like someone else—someone confident, someone who belongs here among these talented individuals. The song is a tapestry of emotions, woven with your voice, and it resonates with a depth you hadn't fully appreciated until now.
Taehyung, who had been quietly attentive, broke his silence with a nod of approval. "This is really good," he commented, his gaze shifting between you and Yoongi. "What's it called?"
Yoongi, with a knowing smile, turned to you, gesturing subtly. "Ask her," he suggested, indicating that the honor of naming the piece should fall to you.
"M-Me?" You stutter, caught off guard; your voice wavered slightly, surprise and excitement mingling in your tone.
Yoongi's nod confirmed his intent, his expression serious. "You've been instrumental in this, more than you realize. From the beats to the lyrics, you've shaped this song."
The weight of his words settled over you, a mix of pride and responsibility. Your eyes drifted to the notebook in your lap, its pages worn from weeks of constant use, filled with your handwriting—lyrics, notes, and countless revisions. And then, like a gentle wave washing over you, the perfect title came to mind: "Echoes of Eternity."
Taehyung's face lit up. "I like that," he said, his enthusiasm evident. "It captures the song perfectly."
Yoongi nodded in agreement, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Echoes of Eternity it is, then."
In that moment, a surge of pride welled up within you. This song, now christened with a name you had chosen, felt like a piece of you—a testament to your journey, your growth, and to bridge and honor Yuuji's legacy, a connection to him through the universal language of music.
As you left the studio that day, the title "Echoes of Eternity" echoing in your mind, you felt a profound sense of accomplishment. You had not only helped create a piece of art but had also carved a space for yourself in the vast world of music—a world where your brother had once shone brightly. And now, with this song, you were stepping into something that would touch the hearts of many, continuing the legacy in your own unique way.
***i can be a songwriter omm if i tried 😭
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