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You had been working in the music industry for 5 years now with little success. You recorded some back-up vocals here en there but apart from that there wasn’t much. This was certainly not the big pop star life you had been dreaming off. You posted frequently on social media, uploaded music covers and attended events. The biggest thing that had happened to you was that one of the producers of Ariana Grande mistook you for a back-up dancer. Way to go. You decide to see what the world has to offer and pack up your bags to go to Seoul. This might start of your career. Everything changes when you get an email from a company called Big Hit Entertainment and they ask you to visit.

02:43

The last few days have been rough. I got the email on Wednesday and was told that they wanted to see me on Monday. But that wasn’t all, I had to prepare three selfwritten songs to perform for them and they had to be written while I was here in Korea. So here I am, Sunday night still finishing the second song. I haven’t even started the third. I look out the window of my appartment and see the city fast asleep. Two songs to go, only a few hours left before I have to perform them. I can’t screw this up, this might as well be the biggest chance I’ll ever get. After a few minutes I can feel myself dozing off. No! These songs aren’t going to write themselves.

04:01

Song number two is done after a huge writers block. The melodies just didn’t seem to work together and my lyrics sounded horrific. I tried to make it better but this was all I got. Now for te third song. I was tired and my brain was drained. How am I ever going to write a song in an hour that is going to sound good enough for a music company. I slam my head on my desk and pull my hair. I can feel my eyes tearing up.

“Pull it together, girl. You can do this.”

I look at my phone; 04:36. I have to be there at 11. If I finish this last song in two hours I can still get some sleep and look presentable enough. My loud sigh fills the room. Two hours for a three minute song with lyrics and instruments is far too short. But who says that it as to be three minutes long? I can write a short song, about two minutes maybe a bit more. I don’t need layers of melodies and multiple instruments. Just the piano and my voice. I stand up and walk to my old and crusty piano. Just one song left.

05:16

Another piece of paper makes its way to the bin. I look at my notebook and see two full sentences, a few words and one melody. Might was well give them a call and give up because this is never going to work. I stand up and walk over to my window, a habit that I have gained during songwriting. The city calms me wit hall its beautiful glory. I think about the last few days. The first song took me the longest, about 3 days. It was a good song if it were to be edited by a professional or if I had the resources. But under these circumstances I was impressed by myself. I started the second song on Friday. This one caused me a lot of trouble. Things just didn’t seem to add up and in the end I threw it all out to start over. That’s why I’m now sitting here at 5 in the morning finishing these last songs. I see the bakery down the street light up. Wait, how long haven’t I eaten? The last two days were filled with music and I haven’t taken care of myself. I walk up tot he front door, put on a coat en get my bag. Time to get out of this appartment.

05:48

The city feels cold. That might be because it’s early or because I’m wearing a legging with a coat in the middle of december. It’s probably that. I walk past the bakery and see a tiny woman kneading dough. She looks exhausted. I see my reflection in the window and think the same of myself. I put on my hood and stick my hands into my pockets. It’s a three minute walk to the banks of the river. I start humming the third song to myself and keep getting stuck at the chorus. I try again but the same thing repeats its self. I arrive at the river banks and take a seat on the concrete. I wrap my legs underneath me and take a deep breath in. Let’s think of something other than music for a second. I see a young man walking on the other side of the banks. He’s wearing a pair of jeans with just a jacket and has a cigarette inbetween his lips. He walks rapidly and turns into an alley. Seeing the cigarette made my eyes widen. I dropped the habbit ever since I left the States but seeing him makes me realise how much I miss it. I stand up and walk tot he nearest kiosk. I buy one pack of cigarettes and a lighter. As I make my way back to the river I look at the pack. The concrete is cold and harsh underneath my legs. I open the pack and take a cigarette out. I put it between my lips and light it. As the smoke hits my lungs I start to cough. After that my lungs embrace the smoke and my body welcomes it. I stay seated on the concrete and I finish my cigarette. I take out my phone.

“Fuck.”

06:30. I have to wake up in two and a half hours but I still haven’t finished this goddamn song. I jump up and speed back to my home. The city fills itself with its inhabitants. Seoul during rush hour is a nightmare that you’ll always want to avoid. But now that I had forgotten about the time it is unavoidable. You walk past the bakery once again and see that it is packed. The exhausted women looks better this time and is smilin while she is helping here customers. I, on the other hand, look even worse than before. I quicken my pace and arrive home. I trow off my coat and sit behind the piano. Just like that the song rolls out of my fingertips.

10:30

I have my third cup of coffee in my hands as I wait for my cab. I woke up at 09:30, after only two hours of sleep. I hope the concealer under my eyes will hide the tiredness and that the coffee will pull me through. Suprisingly I am feeling very confident about my music. The last song is my absolute favourite. The soft vocals with the powerfull piano sells it completely. I look to my left and see that my cab has arrived. It’s all or nothing from now on.

10:50

I thank the cab driver and open the car door. Here we are, Big Hit Entertainment. Big breath in, big breath out. Let’s do this. I enter the lobby and walk up to the women behind a big white desk.

“Goodmorning, my name is y/n and I have an appointment.”

She nods at me.

“Do you know with whom you have this appointment, dear?”

Before I can answer a man walks up to us.

“That must be me! It’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n. My name is Adam and I am a CEO here at Big Hit. ”

“Pleasure to meet you too, sir” He is a tall man with a very warm smile. Judging from his appearance, name and accent he wasn’t born here.

“Follow me. I have a room for you on the fourth floor.” Adam turns around and heads tot he elevator.

I mouth a thank you to the woman behind the desk and follow him. He doesn’t speak to me until we are at the fourth floor.

“I’m sorry if I appeared rude by not speaking to you, but I have a terrible fear of elevators. I’m a bit claustrophobic I might say.”

I smile to him. “None taken. I know what you’re talking about.”

“And this is where we’ll be seated. Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, water?”

“A glass of water would be fine, Adam.”

“Coming up!”

He speeds out the room. It almost seems like he is more nervous than me. I sit down and cross my legs. It is a beautiful office with wooden floors and white walls all around. I take out my lyrics and sheet music and lay them down on the desk. I hope they have a piano here somewhere. I take out the USB with the recordings on them and put that right in front of me. Adam enters the room and leaves the door open. He is more like very claustrophobic. He puts the water in front of me and takes a seat behind the desk.

“I need to tell you, y/n, that this is the first time I’m doing one of these interviews. Can I tell you a secret? I am very nervous about it.” He starts to chuckle like a ten year old boy who just confessed his love to his girlfriend. “As I told you my name is Adam and I am a CEO here. I originally come from the UK but decided to move here after I met my wife, who is from Seoul.” Adam continues talking nonesense about his personal life and doesn’t seem to care if I am listening or not. I get distracted by shouts in the corridor so I turn my head. Adam doesn’t seem to notice. I occasionally nod and hum to make it seem like I have some sort of interest in his story. I look out the door and see a man shooting down the corridor in a shopping cart. I frown as I see more shopping carts following the first one, all containing men. I give a confused look to Adam and he excuses himself. I hear some more shouting now with Adam’s voice in the mix. He comes back and apologises.

“I’m sorry , this tends to happen sometimes. But now on to you. I watched some of your covers online and really enjoyed them. I looked up your blog and saw that you were coming to Seoul so I immediately sent you an email. We are looking for hardworking singers and songwriters to help produce or even produce their own music. That is why I think I work so well with this company. ”

Adam really loves to talk about himself. I do the polite nod and hum once again and look out the door. I see a face coming through the frame mockingly mimicking Adam. I have to hold my laughter in.

11:30

“Adam, I really love your stories but I would also love to do what I came here to do.” I cut him off and smile.

“Oh ofcourse! Could you show me the songs?” I hand him the lyrics and sheet music of all three songs. He pretends to read them but then confesses.

“Y/n, I have now idea what this sheet music means or in what way these lyrics fit in. I would like to hear it.” I chuckle. I don’t know if this man is really dumb or that he stopped caring a long time ago.

“It’s fine. I just need a piano and an USB port.”

Adam nods and tells me to follow him. I pack my stuff and walk in the corridor. In the back is see the man standing that made those faces when Adam was talking. He winks at me and I point at Adam and roll my eyes. He laughs out loud. Adam looks at him.

“Can I help you with anything Seokjin?” The man smirks at Adam and shakes his head.

Adam turns around and the man who I now know is named Seokjin rolls his eyes at him. This time it’s me who can’t contain my laughter. Adam looks at me and i raise my eyebrows. He turns around and acts like nothing happened. We arrive at a huge room. This time with withe floors and white walls. On the biggest wall hangs a sign that says; Big Hit Entertainment. In the middle of the room is a beautiful shiny black piano.

“Or sound system is on the side and the microphones are there as well.” Adam takes a seat on a chair.

I grab a mic and plug the USB in. I secure the mic on the piano and take a seat.

“Could you press play Adam?” Adam sighs.

“I’ll do it.” A tall man with purple hair walks in the room. “Adam needs his rest these days.” He chuckles. “Just press play?” He looks at me now.

“Yeah, that will do.” I crack my knuckles and warm my voice. I look at the purple haired man and nod. He presses play.

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ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

I’m sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I tried my hardest

This is part one of idk and it will feature all the boys but will be more jimin based

Hope you enjoy

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