#fmdverification

[durifmdarchived]

@fmdmaverick​:

dinner had long been done and cleaned up now. night had fallen on a cold, autumn night, a long time ago. they had been in their usual spot when they were both busy with a schedule or having to do something. it was that incredibly comfortable couch that they had gotten for the house, that almost felt like a bed, and was perfectly plush - but, was very aesthetically beautiful in a way. nonetheless, they were curled up on the couch, all the animals situated around them as one of duri and kai’s favorite movies played on the television. however, duri’s mind was very much occupied with something else. he looked upon maverick, before he spoke, “we should write a song together and present it to bc entertainment to use as a duet for us,” he said, giggling softly. 

he leans forward, grabbing the notebook and pen. he opens up to the page that he started. “i only have something small written down here,” he said, before he’s gently passing it over to maverick. “i got sudden inspiration now, but it’s something i want to do with you,” he said, with a soft giggle. “though, it is a little weird because i think it’s going into the lane of a breakup ballad... but, at least bc entertainment wouldn’t know anything?” he said, giggling once more. “but, i only have, ‘only you, only you. i only loved you, my everything. but, i hurt you. i’m sorry, i’m sorry.’ i don’t think that would be the start of the song, it definitely has to be switched around somewhere.” he says. “what do you think? will you do it with me?”

#fmdverification #fmdmaverick #threads with maverick.

[fmdxsuji]

summary: suji gets called in to help out with a song date: some time in late june word count: 965 words, excluding the lyrics notes: creative claims (partial lyrics & partial composition) verification self-para for @fmdjiah‘s UR!

promotions for her own mini album have come to an end, and so she doesn’t understand why minwoo’s asking for her to come into his studio. for all she knows, there’s nothing else she has to be preparing for other than equinox’s comeback. 

when she does arrive, she’s met with a few familiar faces. some people who are in-company writers and some who are not. she’s only really close to minwoo and his own crew and so she settles onto his couch before looking upon with a look full of questions. 

“we were just writing some music when we got stuck on the lyrics. i just had to call the best lyricist i know.” his voice is filled with teasing, and she can’t help but chuckle at the way he’s trying to fluff her up. suji doesn’t need him to hype her up like this, but she realizes it’s his way of appreciating her in front of some people that she doesn’t fully recognize. 

“what can i say? i’m a master of lyrics,” she replies before getting handed a piece of paper. it looks like a mock up of the current lyrics so far. there’s some wide gaps in between, and she’s surprised to see that the chorus is pretty much missing. she can empathize since she knows how difficult writing choruses can be, but that only confuses her even more because surely, these professionals can come up with something better than she can. 

taking a quick look at the lyrics, she gets a gist of what the song is mostly about. it’s another love song, like most songs are technically, and the verses that are already written almost seem poetic. it’s a little burdening, but then the composition plays and she gets a peak at the demo. there’s a lot of gibberish that she can’t understand since it’s meant to give her a taste of how the melody and composition goes. she’s quickly humming and singing along until they get to where she assumes is the chorus because that’s completely empty. 

there’s lots of references to light and the sun. the story seems to be alluding to this love being the light of their life. “cause you are,” she begins to almost sing as she starts scribbling down some lyrics onto the clipboard in her hand. 

the light that fell on me you are, like a beautiful dream

there’s one too many eyes on her for her to feel comfortable, but the lyrics don’t take too long to come to her. immediately, she can recognize it as one of those parts that will get finished right away. she thinks that’s something that just happens with songwriters, and she always feels lucky whenever that aha moment comes to her. 

with seven rays the whole world is dyed even more beautifully always, you are

as if she’s finished some big deed, she taps her pen down once she’s done jotting down the lyrics. hanging it back to minwoo, she asks for the demo to play again. 

there’s some kind of humming when the bit that’s supposed to be the chorus comes out, but she can tell that nothing’s really complete. it’s a little odd seeing that the rest of the song seems to be pretty much finished, and they’ve figured out a good part of the melody too. however, once again, she understands how picky choruses can get and how they’re usually the part that needs the most focus.

“what happened to the instrumental in the chorus?” she inquires while taking a look around the room. 

“we couldn’t agree on whether we should keep the piano in the background or go for something different. it seems a little too stagnant if we kept it through for so long.” 

suji’s not sure if she agrees. while she’s absolutely certain that the people in this room have a lot more experience when it comes to writing songs, she can also confidently say that she has the experience of performing such songs. if she wasn’t told beforehand that the song was in the makes for someone else, she’d almost have mistaken it as a gift to her from minwoo and his crew. 

a song like this one where the focus seems to be on the vocals, a good piano accompaniment can be all that’s really needed. “i don’t think so. i say keep the piano but just change the way it’s being played. like the chorus is meant to be sound like a build up without sounding too different, right? you can just change the dynamic and maybe add some more prominent strings? that might help it sound a little different.” 

to this day, she doesn’t really consider herself a composer or a producer. the thing she’s most confident in is lyrics, but she’s heard a good number of songs in her life to have opinions. in a flash, minwoo has accounted for her opinions and plays the track once more. 

once it comes on, she finds herself singing along with the lyrics she had jotted down not too long ago. it takes a few turns, but she seems to settle down on a melody that fits with what was going on in the verses. 

“might as well sing the demo for us or something, suji. you’re doing all the work here anyway.” with a laugh, she shakes her head but she does continue singing it so minwoo can get a grasp on how it’s supposed to go. “once you get to the lat chorus, you can change the melody a little. ballads like this need a little more towards the end since, as you said, it can get a little repetitive. whoever sings this is gonna have to belt out some notes.” suji’s practically implying that she’s glad it’s not her. what she did to herself in fine was already enough. 

“thanks for your help, suji. we might just go with this.” 

“any time.”

#( ♡ * // self para. ) #fmdverification #[ i suck at summaries lol ] #famedverification

[404fmdminjung]

starter for @fmdtaeyong​

“this isn’t how the imagination plans for anything.” she starts off abstract, but the vagueness is enough with the twirl of her finger alludes to a stranger turned acquaintance, another welcome to her humble abode. 

arms crossed against her chest, she moves her eyes back onto ash — “nonetheless, thanks for stopping by. whether the song becomes tossed into the graveyard of a harddrive or praised by the masses, thought it deserved full-scale refinement for full cathartic effect.” and what she means is, selfishness that becomes when a song heals her own wounds, closure in the finish of a song close to heart. “though i would’ve never thought knight’s taeyong would be the next boy to enter my apartment.” lighthearted in nature, her voice jokes when laughter clings to her words.

her feet drag one by one, pacing back and forth as the clacks of her slipper tap away at the wooden floors of her apartment — a few hours in, and the base of the song complete. “there’s a cliche of radio silence, and how that leads to a deafening broken heart...” she trails off, flitting her gaze back to the notepad lying on the table. “think it’s too much to play to the cliches and add a filter to the first few lines of the song?”  

#fmdverification #1/8 #너와 나의 사이↻태용 #i hope this works / lmk if you want something changed!

[fmdkamiarchive]

it had only been a few minutes since they got started. as if they didn’t already have work, kami pushed her friend into helping out with this track as well. she also needed to give minjung a chance to look over the lyrics. now that it had been penned, she could move on. and she had few ideas of what she wanted to hear in the track. once minjung had a chance to look over the lyrics, kami turned slightly to minjung. 

“so what are you thinking? i know it’ll be hip-hop focused as the base...but i think i want a soft intro for those opening lyrics.” she wanted something that would lure people in. “and a nice drop, the plan is for this to bee a summer banger.” it had to be something she could really have fun on stage with. 

@fmdminjung

#fmdverification #k.memyselfu #fmdminjung

[fmdsooaharchive]

starter for: @fmdminjung production credits for minjung’s bye bye my blue.

At first, Sooah’s focus was writing lyrics and composing the music for songs that she didn’t even know if they would ever leave her computer. Then chances of releasing the said songs started to appear, and maybe she started getting greedy, or her desire to learn more continued to rise, and Sooah knew that she wanted to do more than just that. She wanted to be more involved with the process and work with artists because she knew they would do a good job and make the song sound exactly how it was supposed to.

Sooah’s first time producing a song was with Minjung’s Diana, and since then, she had other chances to work with her bandmate in the recording booth. It helps that they are so familiar with each other. She thinks it’s easier to express her feelings and thoughts when the other person was always open with her.

“Okay, unnie, we’re starting from the beginning this time. Remember what we said when we were writing this one. All the feelings you wanted to achieve with the melody and the lyrics? I want you to put a little bit of sorrow in these first two verses, but softly, can we try that?”

#fmdminjung #『 .. relationships: minjung. 』 #( queue ) #1/4 #fmdverification

[fmdjace]

◤ kiss me, come here

❝ is it’s only for today, that’s so sad i want to trust you if you don’t mind

solo related to jihoon writing the lyrics to feel, collab-album with yuzu date: july 2021 song choice: feel word count: 617 notes:

funky. funky was all that was going through jihoon’s head as he was sat on the drum seat, drumsticks hitting the instruments. he already had an idea of how he wanted this to go down, compared to the other songs. it was a rather jazzy and again, bright beat. as always, he couldn’t start without the rhythm instrument. it was his usual thing. even if it later got edited and effects were spattered all over it, it was the easiest way to get the song going.

charm had a lot of bright songs, many of their title tracks carried these motives, but they weren’t quite the same. this had a more mature feeling to it, something more soulful than the usual boy next door songs he would write and compose. it was refreshing. then again, when he thought about it properly, moving from the drum set to the couch with the bass in his lap, he really preferred this type of music. 

don’t get him wrong, he really liked charm’s music, he worked on it after all, but it wasn’t until recently that he really felt engaged in it. left & right and home;run were very good examples of what jihoon really wanted to do  more often, but it all fell on bc to decide what got released and what didn’t. charm had an image they had to keep up, but at least they were allowed to venture into something different. compared to wish, who seemed in his opinion to be stuck in the same concept for years on end. 

he needed to shake his head from those thoughts as he had just lost a good few minutes thinking about the music instead of making it. it made jihoon scoff as he put his headphones on, the last thing he wanted to hear was the bass ripping through the studio at 3am, headphones would do. and so he played it. humming quietly some of the lyrics, trying to figure if he could do it without improvising. that was always the difficult part, having an idea but not executing it, but he made it work. he had to make it work. five years of writing and producing were more thane enough to actually get him to be creative even when he didn’t want to.

with the recording of way too many bass samples, jihoon decided to call it a day. 4am seemed like a good enough time to catch up some sleep. that was the case, only for him to end up at the exact same studio four hours later to continue the process of this song. it started with a nice large black coffee with ice, an americano to be correct and some pastry he got from the coffee shop. more than enough to kickstart it. 

he went through the samples from the previous day, deleting and mixing some things he liked, deleting a lot of the things his sleep deprived brain thought would sound good. but he had a base to build on. the rest of his free time for the day was spent adding other sounds and instruments to the already existing ones. with some luck and an insane amount of coffee, a takeaway, jihoon managed to reach the stage where he got to record the demo. it was just enough, very early stages of arranging, but he wasn’t going to be the one to do it, but at least he had managed to make it sound like a song.

a bit excited, he sent the demo to yuzu, it was the first song he actually sent her to listen, but he planned to showing her the rest when she came to record with him.

#◤✩ ░ solo◢ #◤✩ ░ joker & holly queen◢ #fmdverification #◤✩ ░ queue◢

[fmdjoosungarchive]

location: element dorm/gs building

date: april to june

word count: 1097

tldr; verification for @fmdminjung’s dlwlrma, full composition and partial production. sung is tasked to make a song for minjung, and he tries to fit in his style, minjung’s style, and a place for minjung to pop out of her comfort zone, all together. also to flex his piano skill growth

often, when sung wrote songs for other idols in projects he wasn’t a part of, it was about chance and whatever behind the scenes pushing that landed his previously written song on the desks of the idols’ desk. with minjung, with this next album, he was specifically recruited by the artist herself to write for her.

when it was first brought up, it was like being given a prompt. minjung had a good start of lyrics for the song, and a vague idea of the mood she wanted for the sound. vague being the operative word, sung was mostly told to just... go wild.

doing so was a taller order than it sounded like aloud, though still a challenge sung wanted to tackle. what lyrics he’d been given to go off of for the song, incomplete as they were, pointed him in the first direction he took. they felt... hopeful, bright, like the feeling of meeting someone for the first time and getting the strange idea that you’ve known each other for a lifetime.

uncommonly for sung, when he first went back to the dorms to start working on the song, he started with the vocal melody lines. as it was with many of the songs he worked on being for women, and his own vocal range being short, melodies always sounded better in his head. however, the blessing of the part of his brain he’d developed through composing songs so much was that he often could hear his ideal version in his head.

that got in the way sometimes, like later on, the week later when he’d been working on the background lines. sticking to his own comfort, sung first went to his keyboard. he used what part of the vocal melody he felt most confident in to start with, and to his guns, let his fingers roam where they might. changing chord progressions and tempo came naturally, as his mind’s alarm went off when something was wrong. he fiddled here, and there, again and maybe once more, until the satisfaction satiated his brain. when it came to working with computer generated instruments, alarms were harder to turn off. whereas he could lighten and pull a staccato rhythm by adjusting the movements of his fingertips by just thinking about the action and practicing, the same couldn’t be said for the instruments on his computer. if something was wrong, especially if he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was wrong, the extended time he spent fiddling was met with the irritation of knowing he wasn’t ‘there’ yet.

the percussion section ended up being the biggest roadblock in sung’s creative process. he’d tried so many different sequences, so many sounds that were meant to lift up the airy feeling to something dreamlike, but they were all wrong. too many times had sung left a studio frustrated, either out of time and needing to head to schedules, or reaching a point that needed a break, lest his mental state take a hit longterm.

only after spending some time away, going back to his ideas for the vocals, and his piano line, only after letting himself truly open up to the initial prompt of going wild, did sung feel ready to start again. and to do so, he deleted all percussion, and started over.

who said this song had to fit the average formula? frankly, sung wanted the piano to be the star, not fade into the background. he wanted the jazz influence he inevitably crafted together make the song feel like a coffee house with a brilliant musical guest was being injected into the listeners ears. thinking of the percussion as the strength of an ensemble cast was the breakthrough he needed to get past his road block. instead of using the percussion as a base, he used it, and eventually the other instruments as well, as tools to build the sound. similar to ballad construction, it inverted the expectation of that format, to use for sunshine filled song.

tweaking here and there continued on as he cleaned up the track in arranging and worked on the guide vocals. guide vocals which, expectedly, didn’t match up to the vocal skill he’d written the lines for, but, sung didn’t have any women around currently able to help him out except for minjung, and having her do the guide would only make it all the more difficult to work with for the official recording, since she wouldn’t be coming into it free of expectation.

before the official recording, sung had to study up. he’d be working with a gold star producer he’d worked with before, so he felt reasonable thinking they’d come into it on the same page. for sung, he needed to review the official lyrics that minjung had finished for his demo, and use that time to think over what it was he wanted from her. his basis, especially with idols who were more of the creative type like minjung, was to let them lead the initial take, and use what they give to steer them to side roads.

when minjung stood in front of the microphone for the first time, and sung’s fingertip pressed down on his mic button, with a smile share just between the two of them, he repeated the words she’d given him all that time ago. “surprise me.”

the process, at least in his opinion, went smoothly. working with familiar faces helped, but so too did having a plan ahead of time. like he’d intended, this song seemed to be a touch outside of minjung’s comfort zone. as one of her producers, it was his job to not only comfort and uplift her, but help her expand what she thought of as comfort. to him, as he’d told minjung, becoming the best artist you can be meant questioning who that artist was, and ever seeking growth of that definition.

participating in the post-production of the song was where sung showed up the least. not only had he become to busy to meet up with the other producers, life had taken a toll. sung didn’t want to ruin the energy of the song that he’d worked so hard to cultivate with his own poor mood. so, he gave a list of his ideas to the producer he’d recorded with, and hoped at least some of them would be used.

when he was finally given the ready for production version of the song, not all of his ideas had been utilized, but nonetheless, listening lightened his heart, if only a little. sung supposed it had done its job.

#fmdverification #minjung #self para #producing

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

— shut up and groove.

@fmdkami

ash settled into his seat, glancing at kami as he steadily switched his mind over to working mode. it came rather naturally with kami now, after meeting up in the studio a few times to work on her songs or messaging songs back and forth. it wasn’t the first time they’d be working together, but it had been a little while since they’d met up at a studio in person since they’d both worked on jenga apart.

“do you have a melody you want to work with, or do you wanna create a base track now and hand it off to someone later to make the melody?” as far as he knew, they were working on a song for her album, so it only felt right to ask where they were starting.

#&& cross your fingers here we go | threads #&& fmdkami #fmdverification #1/8

[minjungfmd]

butterfly / creative claims verification

writing verification for @fmdjiah‘s butterfly. an instrumental inspired by the dreaminess of a movie, and lyrics that write a love story that feels like a remnant of a dream. warnings / none wc / 1687, not including lyrics 

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

despite how many times she’s repeated the movies in her head — set forth with the question of whether any erasure of the memory counts towards the steps of healing — she finds something new.

this time, the fixation on the cinematic score, an ethereal dream shifting the pieces of fragments of fiction versus reality prompts her fingers on the keyboard to start trickling a series of notes, one by one. trickling dainty, delicately. it mimics the tempo of classically thought-of harps, and the note leads to a drag over one and another. and when inspiration hits, she goes straight towards her home-studio, the new file of a blank screened ableton before the record starts, and she carries the notes, letting the settings hit almost to the notch of mute.

there’s no heavy emphasis, just the trickle of notes she wants to carry the dream of the track. it’s the lucid dreams, the ones that feel like when you’re drunk on little hours of sleep with heavy eyelids, and a heavy heart to match. the nostalgia that comes in waves, just like the gentle sounds to lull you to sleep, knowing full well you can’t.

she imagines the song to have a feeling, the lyrics that are sung in a way it just drags. heels in the ground, one word blending into another in a sultry emotion that counteracts the nostalgia lodged in the song — makes note of that for later, but for now, inaudible words, just phasing past her lips in small ideas of how the melody goes.

she takes the first one, the counter-progression of the initial notes as she hums the words, taking two notes forward in the same pitch before the other falls back. it all contrasts by the time she takes a stark turn, starting another line with a higher note, only to transition down. her pen jots the time stamp, a possible falsetto? she leaves that to later judgement.

but work doesn’t always come in a streamlined process, just as it’s hard to solidify ideas one by one, in a cohesive manner. instead, it comes wayward from all angles, and she falls back to the instrumental, taking in the slow bpm tempo — leading with a possible chord, heavy on the synth to start each trickle of keys. this time, the setting’s louder, spotlighting the attention to the thickness of the beginning, setting up for the entirety of the dream.

-

when she falls back on the track, she finds herself doused in inspiration days later. working on bits and pieces, martyring it like a puzzle still to be written. she takes her notes, one by one, still no lyrics at hand but an idea of non-coherent words and strings of random sentences — the heaviness of the chords, the synth and the trickle of keys she alters with editing, building up from the minimalism of the keys to heaviness of the synth by the time she picks where she sees the chorus.

vibrato on the voice, drag the end.

she writes that down, singing along empty words — a more powerful vocal execution, even where her own struggles. a dip before the vibrato and the drags paint the canvas whole.

the song’s not for her, least not when the power dynamics of the song — the counteraction between the softness of the dream with the voices of reality are centered around the song. the verses carry themselves alone before she takes in a different set of notes, speeding them up towards the end. a nameless track with an empty story — it’s the skeletons of something, maybe someday it’ll come into fruition.

— 

the song repeats itself in her head, like a taste of irony. it bleeds into her thoughts when she’s drifting back, lost in the middle of a meeting — the dreamy synths drowning out the talks of the executives, and by the time she spares a few hours, she’s already back into the studio, notebook wide scribbling down rudimentary sketches of clouds and figures.

turns out, it’s another love song struck in her mind when dreams entice a figure of her past that comes to haunt her in sweet memories, too sweet to be drowned out by any erasure.

she writes the first few words:

drawn in a dream that i can’t wake up from i was still looking for you

it’s like sleep walking, or some wicked form of lucid dreaming. walking around in circles hoping for a figure of the past keeping up — but the reality brings to a limbo that leaves her double questioning the thoughts of what’s real and what’s fake if the thing she’s looking for all along becomes the centerpiece  that all draws to him.

because she knows, optimistic thinking. wishful dreaming — it all dies the second dreams blur with reality, and what’s sitting in front of her becomes the hopes and wishes she spent her 11:11s and pennies on. her breath held still, a person of permanency to become exposed right in front of only to realize the first taste becomes like the first hit of a drug that takes over the body in full throttle. exhilaration, and addition all lying on the first whiff, putting her on a cloud nine, skies above her head. no recollection for the past nor future when the present feels so good.

now that i found you i can’t wake up i can’t escape from you

but even addicts have their downfall and the high doesn’t last long. least not when the shaky withdrawals of a person no longer being there starts to breed the downfall for a constant lingering feeling of wanting something that’s not there. she knows it, and she’s sure anyone else does too — the way he’s there and then poofs into fine air, the remnants of the cologne left on his clothes the only piece to tether her back (only, that’s a lie. it’s always been a lie when the memory becomes the final force of red string tethering her still).

in the end, he’s not a creature to be caved in nor is she a creature meant to stay still. freedom lingers like a butterfly always waiting at the end, with the only possibility of hope: maybe, someday it’ll return.

even if i struggle to hold onto you’re still like a butterfly

she wonders how she became a lovelorn addict in the first place. how she became jaded by the pinky promises and breaths shared underneath the blanket. heartbeats playing in sync, and the gleam in her eye that writes the story for a future left unwritten — little did she know, it’d be left as the future untold. 

if anything, it’s pride that tells her to regret. prevent the beggar nature to fall onto her knees and plead for a sense of freedom — because the more she thinks, the more she dwindles and the pang in her gut grows. 

she writes down her pleas here, because if not here — then anywhere housed in her thoughts would topple over the self-ruination in.

let go of my tired heart the deeper i get, the smaller i become the one that got away, making my heart more painful

it’s a pity song, a pitied dream. one word after the other scrawling itself across the pages. yet, the journal houses the same old song written fifteen different ways, each word, each sentence staking the same words unspoken to a boy she can’t bring herself to call. empty lines, and empty text messages — erased, then re-written over and over. and the only remedy becomes the hope that someday it’ll enter his own ears through the speakers — because in the end, she falls inside cowardice. falls too short, becomes a coward to bring herself to say it out loud: i miss you. i hate you. but i can’t regret you.

-

like a school girl, she carries her harddrive close to her chest. crossed again, hidden behind a mask as she finds her way, her own unwelcomed entrance coming in a peek through the doors before she steps into the studio. her hands toss the disk to her friend, sitting happily in front of the desk — he’s a free soul, unbridled by any company and a worker to all. still, friendship crosses work boundaries when she comes in for a second set of ears, and he picks up on the one-two cues already halfway plugging the drive into the computer.

“i want to add a series of chords, guitar — but i can’t get the right set, or the right set.” it’s her concession, when she hums along what she means, fingers already pointing to a screen at the set time point. “i’ve added in as much synth as you could see — heavy handed especially where the chorus blurs into the second verse, and the end of each line to exude that cloudy blur i want in this song. but here.” her nails tap once more at the screen. “i want this weird chord style, where it’s somewhere between electric and acoustic, heavier than the piano that carries the song.” 

too many words, and she waits in the silence, arms crossed against her chest — awaiting an answer. but she knows, her friend works in silence, taking in the entire song the whole way through before parting his lips to give any sort of answer.

“you could add it towards the end of the song? the entire beginning sounds too heavy on the synth to add anything else.”

she weighs her choices, a song spurned on by inspiration. yet, she stands in a limbo of not knowing what to do, and what to add. instead, she tilts her head, lips unevenly pursed to the side of her face. “could we try adding chords? but the specific settings of an unplugged electric guitar”

“you don’t think it’ll clash?”

“if we keep it silenced enough it doesn’t drown out the keys, i think it could work.”

her friend motions over to the lines of guitar stockpiled in the side of the room, “take your pick.”

her hands gravitate towards the first guitar, taking a seat on the couch behind them. uncertain, she motions with a nod to play back the instrumental of the song, void of her guide vocals, strumming one take to the next. it all leads to a simple c, and she flicks her gaze up, a eureka gloating in her eyes. “it’s this.”

#famedverification #fmdverification

[prevfmdyejun]

JUN CREATIVE CLAIM ❛ WRITING A SONG FOR @fmdjiah​ ❜         一 writing lyrics for blue / full credit / wc: 760 w/o lyrics

description:

blue is a melancholic, experimental r&b/ballad song that yejun wrote with jiah’s vocals in mind. he thinks she will be able to sing the song with her color and is excited to hear her sing it.

when jiah had asked him to write for her, he jumped at the opportunity; after a small talk with her about what she would like, they settled on a melancholy ballad. from that point, he had gotten practically creative freedom about what to write. yejun was honored that jiah trusted him with that; they had been friends for so long; if anything, it might be a given that she had faith in him.

the melody had been set in stone already; all he needed now was the lyrics, complete creative freedom, but there was still some pressure on his shoulders.

yejun lay down on his couch, looking up at the ceiling, and he started thinking about what he associated with feeling melancholic. to be gloomy or sobering thoughtfulness; when he closed his eyes, he saw the color blue. a common saying when someone is sad is to say they feel blue; a smile crept upon his face. the irony of it all, the color blue used to be yejun's favorite color.

it was a nice name for a title; it set the mood immediately.

coming up with lyrics for a song, for him, usually started with the pre-chorus and chorus, and if he were to draw inspiration somewhere for a time, he was feeling blue. yejun still vividly remembered the feelings he had been left with after breaking up with his first love, the way sadness had come over him for a while, and how he was changing. 

"my heart turned blue."

he said the sentence out loud before seating himself, looking at the notepad in front of him. there he wrote blue in big capital letters as he started grinding his brain for how to word things, so they sound bittersweet.

my heart was turning blue, became a wilted scent

thinking about the past usually brought someone pain, but he had gotten over those feelings; now, they were just fuel for his songwriting when he needed to feel sadness. to be wilted, he did feel wilted for a while after the breakup. it didn't last too long because there had never been enough time to mourn, but he remembers how occasionally he'd call out her name from time to time.

there's no name when i call your name; it rings out like an echo

in many ways, yejun's first love became one of the reasons he drifted away from the color blue even if he didn't think about it properly, but yejun remembers how drawn he had been to the color red. yejun continues to write. 

you are my blue

he sings the sentences aloud to himself to make sure they fit the melody; if his lyrics don't work, it would all be useless in the end. then his gears started grinding, and after many different versions, he had settled on the chorus. yejun rubbed his temples, not much time had passed, and he felt content with his progress.

in the distance, he could hear his cats run and jump about, it was a short distraction before he shook his head to ensure he would focus on the task at hand. now that he had settled for both the pre-chorus and chorus, he needed to write the introductory first verse; it was the second most important thing. the first verse was there to capture the emotion from the beginning and as he hummed the melody to himself, to get the feeling of bittersweetness, recollecting the thoughts and feelings he had back then.

white night is beautiful but it's even colder tonight match my gaze one more time, a bit more

it was a whole process but he didn't want to present the song for jiah until he had the lyrics done, so there he sat writing about things that could bring out the melacholic feeling in people. even if something is beautiful, when your heart is broken you feel at a loss; one feels cold. sometimes ones personality changes, yejun taps his feet to the beat of the song and sings the lyrics he's written. drawing circles around words, where he has notes on how she should sing.

he wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there, yejun hadn't looked at the clock once but when he had finished his first draft the clock was close to 11pm.

the next day, yejun grabbed his notepad again and this time sat down by his desk. to re-read what he had written, change the way sentences were built and make sure what he had written suited the melody. this didn't take as long as writing the lyrics itself took but after a few hours he was finished. he took a picture of his work, blurred things out so the words couldn't be read and sent a picture to jiah over kakaotalk.

" it's done! "

#fmdverification #fmdjiah #一 예준 ❛ solo ❜ #一 예준 ❛ lyircs ❜ #my first time doin this eyy for yejun

[durifmdarchived]

weekend  - fmdverification self para.

date: summer 2021. character(s) involved: mentions of maverick & the dogs.   about: full writing verification for weekend by @fmdjiah. while reading through comments on his instagram while sitting in his uncle’s and aunt’s café, he reads fans saying that duri “can do whatever he wants.” so, with that inspiration (among the other inspiration of the café itself), duri writes a carefree song about doing the things that you want to do on the weekend. the song doesn’t make it on his album, but he’s really, really excited about it going to a really good friend.  trigger warnings: n/a. notes: another saga of duri writing in random places. thank u anna for letting duri write weekend <3. i wrote this whole thing while blasting weekend in my ears,, taeyeon inspo queen. word count: 2,325.

he had gotten up that morning, it being one of his free days to really just do whatever. maverick was doing what they had to do for the day, so they were both doing separate things for a little bit during the day. instead of being at home, duri had decided to leave the house to really just hang around on his own for a bit. he grabs one of his notebooks, just incase, before he heads out the door, and does his usual routine of popping in earbuds, before going on his way of finding something to do. simply, he really looked forward to having some relaxation after a lot of working. truly, he wondered what it was that he wanted to do, and he knew he could do as he wanted today, which he planned on doing. after a while, he had decided that he wanted to visit his uncle’s and aunt’s café - one of his favorite places to be. sat on a corner of an itaewon street, decorated so nicely outside and instead, with an aura and atmosphere that was so sweet. he had entered, greeting everyone, before holding a slice of cheesecake and getting an iced coffee. it was a rather warm day, so he had wanted to switch up his usual order. he took his things, before he’d sat down by the window. he takes pictures, before posting it on his instagram, making sure to make a suitable caption, and waited for comments to roll in. simply, it had always felt a bit odd with how this would go, and he still wasn’t sure if it was something that he was used to. but, he liked sharing things with his fans, so he was more than okay with it. however, as comments rolled in, there seemed to be a lot of complaints about café photos. however, a few of the comments had stuck out - much like a sore thumb, but in a good way. “he’s duri, he can do whatever he wants.”

it’s weird how inspiration strikes, isn’t it?

he grabs his notebook and pen, opening it up to a fresh page. the atmosphere of his uncle’s and aunt’s café, the instagram comments, what he had gotten today, and looking outside the window had seemingly hit duri with inspiration. he starts with some things that he likes, like going to the beach, or watching movies at home, under the guise of having his theatre. truth be told, it had always felt like that in a way. here, he starts the song off talking about how he can do whatever it is that he likes. simply, duri was going to really just use his current day as an inspiration for the song, it seemed like a rather good idea to him.  most mornings, maverick and duri have to have an alarm going to make sure they get out of bed - even if they didn’t have much sleep or they were awake anyways, they always had to make sure they were on time. so, he includes that in the lyrics, as well as the sound of the alarm in the form of spoken beeps. he mentions how it lingers in the ears, but this morning was one where he didn’t have a wakeup call that rushed him - a worry he didn’t have on a free day. he liked that part of the song, deciding it was time to move onto the next. 

his eyes look over the table that he’s sat at by the window, seeing the things that he ordered. he sees how he’s taken a bite out of cheesecake and have an ice coffee sat there, sweating a bit. he picked it up, taking a sip, and placing it back down. his hand gets back to writing, where he uses his spread of things as inspiration. he talks about the bite of cheesecake, as well as a full glass of coffee. he decides to talk about having it iced and how it’s something that’s relaxing. iced coffee was rather comfortable in summer, even if he was more of a hot coffee type of person. but, it seemingly made sense for the song. he moves to talk about how it’s suddenly tweleve o’clock when looking at the clock, however it’s okay because he isn’t in a rush today. it is a few day after all, he has nowhere to go, nowhere to be. he was doing what he wanted that day. he goes back to that morning, about how he yawned and stretched, as well as how he was thinking about what he was doing that day. truth be told, the possibilities were endless and he hopes people get that when listening to the song. 

his eyes look out of the window as he feels himself stuck on what to say next. sunlight is seemingly pouring into the window, warming him up from the cold air conditioning of the café. that’s when the next part hits him, deciding to talk about looking at the window, seeing past the season of summer, as well as the sunlight knocking on his heart, with a breeze taking him a way - as today held a small breeze. it made sense, considering sunlight is seemingly one of duri’s favorite things. not to mention, it made sense, as it was all about this free day, nonetheless. on the side of the page, however, duri writes notes about the clouds, as well as the atmosphere of the café, and the pretty clothes of people walking by. those were things he wasn’t using yet, as it didn’t seem to make sense yet - but, he wanted to remember those items. he moves onto what he believes to be the chorus, already having something in his mind. duri decides to refer to the free day as being a “weekend” as that seemed to make the most sense to him in the long run. so, he takes that idea to begin writing it. he talks about wanting to leave when the weekend (aka a free day) comes around and how on that day, he’s able to do what he wants - whatever his mind comes up with. he looks back at the note that he wrote down, transferring into actual words in this part, talking about being free as they move along. he decides to include the beginning of the song into the next few lines - something that he would come back to a few times, as it fit rather well. he references going on a drive - it’s something that he wouldn’t personally do, but how else do you get to the beach, right? however, he references his walk over. saying it’s okay to go on a walk, leaving everything to where his feet takes him. that was how he got here in the first place, wasn’t it? with that, he finishes the first verse and the chorus. 

his pen taps the table softly, making sure he isn’t disturbing anyone around him with it. he was doing it to put his mind into working gears, to come up with something else for the song. writing after the chorus was always a bit of a trouble, so he goes over what he already wrote to help him out. that’s when he starts writing again, this time being more about how he’s ignoring the stories of the world for just this one day because he’s doing what he wants and how he’s pulling his own day together. then he talks about there being no stress on the “weekend” and that he’s not going to worry about it anymore for the time being, it’s something that he’s moving over to the right, left, and right. it was a fun little part with the words, something that made him giggle a bit. he’s talks of going a new way, but saying he doesn’t need a map when he’s rolling the streets - to be fair, he did grow up in seoul, so he really knows where he’s going, even if he’s going somewhere that he hasn’t really been before or really explored. however, he continues to go because it’s fun, he’s continuing on up - however, he writes that in more of a fun way. 

his eyes shoot to look outside again, eyes watching the flowers across the way, with a bench nearby. that had always been a really nice sight, and seeming, it seemed to fit in after the part that he just wrote. so, he decided to write about taking a break from the sunlight, to sit on the bench for a little bit, after looking at flowers that he didn’t know - to be quite honest, he doesn’t believe he’s ever seen them before. that, or he wasn’t able to put his finger on what they were. nonetheless, it made for really nice inspiration that he was sure to use. he looked at them for a while, being sure to include that in the song itself. duri then mentions steps getting slower on the adventure, trying to catch his own shadow - showing off a bit of a playfulness, something that was probably really just lingered deep in the song. however, he keeps this pace as he walks with the sun - the star that’s really his friend in a way, whom would soon move into his nighttime friend of the moon, something that he wants to upkeep - something that he writes down. he takes the first part of the chorus, writing it down again - as it seemed like the right time to start a new chorus. 

duri takes a short break for more cheesecake and coffee - as he focused more on writing the song, rather than the things that he paid for, even when his uncle and aunt wished he wouldn’t pay for things. there’s a short time that he talks to his aunt, as she checked up on him, before the busy café whisked her away. but, before she had left to attend to duties, she leaves a tall glass of lemonade when duri doesn’t notice - she had to give her something free, just because that always made her feel better - even when duri wanted to pay for everything. he placed the empty plate that once held cheesecake to the side, as well as the empty cup that contained iced coffee. the ice cubes seemingly just melting in the sunlight. he moved the lemonade closer, before getting back to work. it was something he would sip on while working.

when thinking about plans, he really realized that there were no actual plans for the day. but, that was something that made it perfect. so, he wrote it down to start off the next part. he then talks about a secret place that he discovered, keeping his bags there to stay in the exciting place for the weekend. however, the bags are simply small, considering it was a small trip - something that he didn’t get often. he thinks upon the alley behind the café, where he talks about how something pleasant waits for him there and he’ll meet that and excitement. oddly enough, the back alley was always a place that he liked as a child, so he wanted to relate his childhood excitement into the song. not to mention, at the end of the alley has always sat an ice cream shop, so, to him, it had always been exciting. he makes a mention of his heart pounding all day, as having no plans for the “weekend” was rather exciting. his eyes look back to his notes, where he reads over what he wrote there. he decided this was time to talk about the nutty aroma in the café that day - but, instead, referencing it as a coffee shop, as it sounded better in the song. he mentions the pretty clothes that caught his eye. next, duri moves onto writing the chorus once again, the beginning of the song itself, as well as another part of the chorus. 

however, when he read it over again, something was missing from the last pre-chorus itself. which would take him a bit to think about. so, he sits back in the chair, taking sips of the icy lemonade as he thinks. then, he writes down a line “do it for the weekend,” which he writes twice. then he goes onto a next part, thinking about something. however, he realizes that he has always been the type of person to hesitate to do what he wants. so, he writes about not wanting to hesitate to do the things that he likes anymore. with that, duri was finished. so, he takes that and transfers it to somewhere cleaner, to fix any mistakes that he made, and making it cleaner. it took a bit, fixing grammar, and everything like that. but, it had finally been finished and he was happy that he took his free day, or as he was saying in the song “weekend”, to write the song. at the top, he titles the song “weekend.” 

he closes the notebook itself, and makes his way with his dishes to the kitchen, where he’d clean them. it was something that he always did. upon doing that, he’d talk with his uncle and aunt for a bit, before saying goodbyes. he’d let his feet take him somewhere else, much like the song that he just wrote. 

weekend is a song that he shows to bc entertainment. however, they decide it’s something that wouldn’t go on duri’s next album. however, bc entertainment takes it and gives it to jiah - which duri is incredibly excited about, as it’s a fun song that he really likes going to a good friend. he was incredibly happy that it was being used, especially since he doesn’t tend to do a lot of fun, carefree songs in general.

#fmdverification #⌜ self para. ⌝

[fmdxsuji]

summary: suji realizes she’s spent almost four seasons moping over a Boy™ and that she’s pathetic for it date: late august to early september 2021 word count: 745 words, excluding the lyrics notes: creative claims (full lyrics) verification self-para for four seasons!

was it pathetic to keep thinking about him? 

suji thinks the straightforward answer is yes because it’s been eight months now since she’s last heard from him, but the illogical part of her brain is telling her that eight months is nothing compared to the decade she’s known him for. why was she so strung up on him anyway? if he were a decent person, he would have, at the least, given her a head’s up. why couldn’t he straight up just reject her? or was that his form of a rejection? 

well, of course it was a rejection. she’d be a fool to deny that. doesn’t mean she feels any less disrespected. 

there’s a groan that comes out from deep within herself as she leans back on her sofa. the window’s open as she allows the night breeze to flow into her apartment. the days were still hot with the summer sun blazing down, but the nights have slowly started to hint at the beginning of autumn. as a winter child, she’s always enjoyed the colder weather more. 

she comes to the realization that she’s been moping over this boy for way too long. before she knows it, she’s going to reach a full circle. her time’s too precious for that. suji can’t possibly be hung up over a boy four a full four seasons. she’s got to get over him. 

if it were only that easy. 

/

there’s a pounding in her head as she leans back onto the couch that’s placed in equinox’s waiting room. despite promoting a summer song, she really isn’t feeling all that summery. not since she got an update about him from a mutual friend. one that she didn’t ask for. 

see, she thinks she would be doing better at forgetting him if he didn’t pop up from time to time because of their friends. if he had the time to be hanging out with other people, why couldn’t he find the time to send her a damn text message at the least? was she really worth nothing? had she meant nothing? 

“it’s surprisingly chillier outside. i thought fall had come early or something.” her stylist speaks up as she reaches over to fix a strand of suji’s hair, spraying some hairspray on it once more. she smiles in response before going back to her phone and scrolling through the text thread. re-reading it over and over wouldn’t change anything. instead, she’s aware that it’ll only make her headache grow worse. but she’s still curious. she still cares for fuck’s sake. 

before she realizes it, she’s whipping out the note apps on her phone because, of course, her first thought during all of this is to write a damn song. 

the four seasons come and go i gave you my winter, i gave you my summer you were my whole world but i’m letting you go  did i really love you? 

“writing another song?” she jumps at the voice before putting down her phone. she’s embarrassed to say the least so she simply nods before swerving the conversation elsewhere with her stylist. 

the weather. since that’s always the easiest to talk about. 

“before we know it, it’s going to be winter,” she says and she gets a sigh of agreement before the stylist goes on about how much she deserves a vacation. as apologetic as she is, her words simply fade into the background as suji’s mind returns to the night of new years eve. how cold it was when she laid her cards out on the floor. 

this is why people advise not to wear your heart on your sleeve. 

/

truthfully, suji doesn’t think she can even say she loved him through all this time. perhaps it was her brain being delusional. she mistook kindness and generosity as love. she was blinded by her chance at some stupid fairytale. 

she’s back on the same sofa in her apartment at one in the morning. typically, she’d be asleep by now, but her mind’s still jumbled up at all these thoughts. she just wishes they’d disappear. 

the notes app is pulled back up but it’s only to work as a reminder. there’s a pen gripped in her hand as she scribbles in her notebook as the autumn breeze—it’s definitely autumn now—chimes in its own opinions through the open crack of her window. 

i gave you the world only you were my everything so i gave you my winter and my summer in those hot and cold seasons did i really love you? 

if this is the road she’ll have to take in order to get over him, she’ll take it. pour her heart out into a song because that’s all she knows how to do. 

who knows? maybe this will be her breakout single or something. 

how bitter would that be.

#( ♡ * // self para. ) #fmdverification #famedverification #[ just in case!! ]

[fmdkamiarchive]

one half of the process down and another started, but kami was determined to get it finished. the production side of things had finished up and now they needed to hammer out the lyrics. something she was that wouldn’t be a problem, the entire album was shaping up and working with ash had always been easy for her. “alright, lyric concept..” kami uttered and flipped to a clean page in her notebook. 

“i’ve been thinking over the topics i’m covering in my songs...for this one, i was thinking something along the lines of taking a relationship easy.” day by day and step by step. “almost like ‘some’ no official labels, no getting jealous, just enjoying each other’s company from time to time, nothing serious.” so far, she hadn’t really had anything like that on the album. 

#fmdtaeyong #fmdverification #k.memyselfu

[404fmdhaon]

composition verification / starter for @fmdhimchan

“before you give me shit — yes, piano’s my forte.” it comes out sheepish and all when he hides back to the screen, shoulders squared towards logic already pulled up on the computer.

he continues on the classical rifts, starting from the high octaves that slowly draw back to the lower tones of the piano. a mindless tune, yet it’s nothing different than the conspicuous patterns they always fall back into. today, it’s a switch back from the key smashes of league and the grittiness that lies on tongue in lieu for a new beat. 

he waits, pauses. runs his fingers through his hair when the lyrics written nights before become engrained into his head. “the idea is — you have a steady piano beat, a mimicry of racing. let it fall in tandem with the fast punches of the first verse and into the second.” gyujeong begins, pencil shoved between his lips in a quick run-down of the general gist of all that formulated inside his head. “like the feeling of having someone feel like they’re on their toes when the first few seconds of the song hits.” 

it doesn’t take much, just incoherent abstracts to relay the shared space. when cacophony mixes together and a friendship so solidified in the ground — it’s a secret language exchanged between the two. code talk and quick smirks, he flashes a glance towards chani. “any input? any chords you think would fit?” 

#1/8 #fmdverification #연결고리 — 힘찬

[fmdjace]

◤ we run further away

❝ goin' on a trip, you fill my gasoline make movie scene, needin' to boost myself for my self-esteem

solo related to jihoon writing the music to runaway, collab-album with yuzu date: july 2021 song choice: runaway word count: 612 notes:

tropical music. not something jihoon had ever attempted but he was willing to give it a go. he wanted diversity in this album. people to look at it and say they can pull off any genre. or tell them they were experimenting too much and should just stuck with the same  thing. it wasn’t like he was about to make the most dance poppy music ever, it was still going to vibe well with the rest of it. just have a bit more character in his opinion.

if he remembers correctly, there was only one song that got close to such a genre, and it was don’t wanna cry, labeled as a chainsmokers wanna be. not that jihoon really take any personal offence to it. chainsmokers were popular so it was gonna happen that he tried the style out. maybe swimming fool was a better way to explain what he wanted to do. but tone it down.

this was a very thin line jihoon was walking with the making of the music, he didn’t want it to be too loud, too dance-y, too complicated. it wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before. he was sure he would be able to do it, the lyrics going on loop in his head as he tries to figure a correct pattern. as long as he had a base sound he was sure it would be easy to get the accents in. however, after a solid few hours, he was back on the drums.

if nothing didn’t work, creating the beat to it would be the easiest start. there were times where he wasn’t sure a song needed drums. if he could he would add to every single song possible a beat, including classical music. everything sounded so much better with drums. so he started again, different beats, experimenting, pausing for breaks. this was all he needed to get into the groove of things. 

it took no more than a few different tries for jihoon to like something and do it again and again and again. he found his starting point. when he was happy he moved to the keyboard again. he was in a loop about this tropical house sound. so he dived right into it. start big, start messy. one thing he had learned through the years is to rather start complicated and overwhelming. that way it was always easier to remove than add. a little creative trick he swore by to this day.

synths, bass, keyboard, more synths, maybe some extra sounds effects. it was rare for him to do such things when he knew what he was aiming for. however, having it be a sound he wasn’t very much experienced in, it was natural to be chaotic. maybe looked a little bit nuts to anyone else who made music, hunched over the computer, spamming keys and playing such a messy sound. he just knew that after a few hundred listens, he will have removed the extra noise. the one he didn’t need.

jihoon was aware that a song in a day wasn’t possible, especially in there circumstances. but he was half of the way there. the lyrics were done, the music was being worked on. he was getting closer and closer to something that he would be able to show to yuzu and annoy her to record. it was a project he was excited for. their japanese comeback and release had been a little bit draining at how basic the songs were, but it was what bc wanted. this album was what he wanted. with yuzu’s full creative control being handed to him, he planned on making the most out of it.

#◤✩ ░ joker & holly queen◢ #◤✩ ░ solo◢ #fmdverification #◤✩ ░ queue◢

[fmdminaharchive]

❧ can’t i spit out my heart?

date(s): mid/late july 2021 mentions of: n/a word count: 1440 words (783 words without lyrics on songwriting, 572 words on composition) warnings:  n/a details: full lyrics and partial compostion verification for ‘whoo’ off of minah’s upcoming album. minah sets out to write a song to comfort herself and tell her to keep her chin up and somehow... she horribly derails from that. it turns a lot more introspective than that, shining light on parts of herself she’s not exactly proud of and exploring why exactly she wants to write songs to comfort everyone in the world (including herself) so bad.

at the point she wrote ‘whoo’, the album had already significantly begun to take shape, most songs either already written and confirmed or their concepts mapped out. 

‘where the wind blows’ would cover a much broader range of topics than she previously had been able to explore at once, a little bit of everything, love, heartache, friends, family, self-perception, sexuality, the pursuit of happiness, it had everything.

almost everything.

bc was very fond of using the image of comfort artist on her, healing ballads delivered by an idol to lean on, to put your trust and faith in. 

after comforting everyone else with her songs, telling her fans they would be okay, her girlfriend that she loved her, her siblings that it was okay to catch their breaths, wasn’t it about time she wrote herself a song as well? didn’t she deserve to be comforted for a bit as well?

as it turned out, minah was very bad at telling herself that. 

almost immediately into attempting to write a song for herself, minah is quick to run into a wall, realizing that maybe it’s not so easy to turn her kind words against herself.

i can’t comfort you console your overtaken heart

because if minah knew these things she wouldn’t have to write them down right? if she knew she didn’t have to remind herself. then she’d be happy and at peace, not plagued by worries and fears and insecurities. if she knew how to take care of herself and love herself and show herself the kindness and understanding she was so proud to claim she could give others, there would be no need for a song like this.

there are many things i can say among them is there anything useful to you?

it was a paradox really. if she knew how to write this song, she wouldn’t need it and if she needed it, she wouldn’t know how to write it. minah didn’t know which notion scared her more, the implication that being unable to take her own advice was misguided as she tried to instill it on others like some universal truth or that maybe, she wasn’t the strong, unwavering force for others to rely on that she always pretended to be. either option indicated a certain arrogance, who was she to pretend she knew better when in reality she didn’t do any better?

like the breath that i spit out can’t i spit out my heart? a heart that is heavy and cannot be taken out

sometimes, minah seemed to choke on her sense of selflessness, her insistence to look after everyone. and for what? for them? or was it for herself? it was ironic really, how inherently self-serving her altruism could be. did minah want to give until there was nothing left to gift or did she want to solely in an attempt to silence the guilt swallowing her whole. what was any of this but a desperate attempt to make up for her past wrongdoings? and if it was the latter did that diminish her efforts? did that take away any value they had? 

perhaps that was exactly why minah’s heart felt so heavy, why no matter how much she tried, how much she gave and gave until she felt empty, she couldn’t quite soothe that guilt. because as long as she was desperately attempting, she was doing it for herself. and as long as she felt like she was doing it for herself, she wouldn’t grant herself the forgiveness she was looking for. 

even if other people had long since granted her that.

let’s just cry it out it’s okay if you don’t pour it out tell me if it hurts let’s not force yourself to smile

minah was tired of fighting a losing battle, of shouldering everything because she felt like she had to, of trying to combat this guilt only to end up feeling more guilty about wanting this feeling to go. she had no solution, not yet, no way to break the cycle and grow past it. but she could pause the cycle at least, even if only for a bit, let it all crumble and allow herself to cry it all out before picking herself back up again. even if she didn’t know how to make it better just yet, she could get away from it for a bit.

i’ll be listening just like the day you did until the gentle wind blows on each wound

maybe it had been foolish to assume she could write a song to comfort herself. maybe it was foolish to assume she could comfort everyone, herself included. perhaps this wasn’t the kind of thing she could give herself and perhaps, trying to shoulder everything herself was exactly where it went wrong to begin with.

as it turned out, this wasn’t a song to remind her to comfort herself. it was a song to remind her to ask for comfort when she needed it, to find someone to share the load with rather than to carry the weight of the world on her own shoulder. minah didn’t need to comfort herself, she needed to let her guard down to let someone else comfort her for once.

➽───────────────❥

minah didn’t often compose her own music. with only the piano and the guitar mastered, she didn’t quite trust herself to piece together an entire instrumental and most of the time, the lyrics were what she felt the most deeply about after all, as long as she wrote those, she usually didn’t mind giving the rest of the creative process out of hand. 

no, minah’s composing was something that was reserved for a select few songs that she felt so passionate about that she wanted to be as involved in it as she could, steer it in the direction she had envisioned and while she lacked the skill to create an entire song from the ground up, she could get a decent way into building a solid structure the bare bones of what would become the song she had in mind but couldn’t bring entirely to fruition with her own hands.

‘whoo’ was one of those songs, something much more personal and hitting close to home than she had initially expected as she had started working on the song, while it had ben meant as a message of comfort, minah had instead touched upon very deeply rooted insecurities, parts of herself that she knew to be uglier than they appeared to be from a distance. a song like that was far too important to entirely put outside of her own control.

she started with the piano melody, the opening of the song. initially, a soft, whimsical tune spilled from her fingertips, akin to gentle moonlight, much like a lullaby or goodnight story. the kind of comfort that one could suspect from the kind of healing ballad the song had initially meant to be. 

but that alone didn’t cover the load, didn’t capture all there was to the song. so underneath the soft melody, minah added in deeper, gloomier tones, giving it an overall heavier vibe. the song wasn’t slow because it was meant to be comforting like a lullaby, it was because it was being dragged down by its own weight.

though, minah was quick to realize that the piano melody by itself would be too overpowering, taking away from the intent of being subtle. there was no room for a double meaning when she was so blatantly obvious about her true intentions and motives with the song.

so minah scaled down on piano parts, instead having them slowly blend out into the background before disappearing as a whole for the chorus, only returning with the start of every verse and kickstarting the same cycle all over again. instead, she replaced the space where the piano parts had previously rested with soft guitar chords, gentle strums that were much less conspicuous than her piano arrangement had been, almost as if creating a false sense of security for the listener, maybe for herself. 

it wasn’t much, nowhere near a full song, small bells and whistles would undoubtedly still be added to make the song sound more appealing, more interesting than its current state. but for the time being, with the lyrics, the guitar and the piano parts written out and ready to be handed over to one of bc’s in-house producers, minah knew she had shaped the song she wanted to shape, had included all the elements she knew she wanted in there no matter what. no matter what they changed, they couldn't take away from that core that was so intrinsically hers.

#fmdverification #*:･ﾟ♔– «am i the only one who remembers» // solos. #«where the wind blows // era.» #//ngl this took a Turn at some point and im not even sure what im trying to say w this at this point #//bUT THAT WAS THE LAST ONE!!! IM FREE FROM VERIFICATION HELL! #//(for now)