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shatcey · 4 months

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Smoke and mirrors

You know the feeling… a little more and you'll catch it. The thought, the meaning, the memory… the person. This feeling has settled very firmly in my heart. Alfons does everything possible to make it IMPOSSIBLE to figure him out… And it annoys as hell if I cannot understand something. So I keep stubbornly trying. As Einstein said: "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results". Probably I am insane. After all... I cannot stop thinking about him.

I really like Ellis, his design and voice are just perfect, I laugh with Victor and because of Jude, I sympathize to Liam, Elbert, and Harrison. I'm even grow to love William… But none of these feelings can be compared to what I felt for Alfons from the very beginning. Yes, they were negative emotions, but their strength surprised me the most. No other character has affected me that much.

My opinion of him has slowly but surely changed from absolute dislike and wariness to respect and adoration. I realized once again that saying "Love and hate are opposite sides of the same coin" exist for a reason.

But I cannot talk about this character without spoilers. I'll try to use as little as possible though. Slightly depressing… you've been warned.

At the beginning of his route, you think of him as an asshole. I think that's the most accurate word! He's tricking Kate, using his powers on her for his own (seemingly) entertainment, calling her his toy... But... the more Kate digs in, the more time she spends with him, the more obvious it becomes that he is - the way we see him - an illusion. The real person hides so splendidly that for a very long time I couldn't even get a glimpse of him…

He makes us believe that his every action has a very simple intention. He makes us believe that he is in fact a very simple person. And he does it so convincingly that for a very long time I couldn't figure out why everything he says seems so wrong. But it wasn't until his seemingly cheerful behavior began to slip away from time to time I suddenly realized… He always wears a mask that sticks so firmly that even if it slip away for a moment, it will immediately return. And it makes me very sad. A person who, for one reason or another, cannot be himself is an incredibly lonely person.

He's philosophy is very simple. If I don't like something, I can ignore it. If I cannot ignore it, I'll create an illusion and the world will become the way I want it to be. This is in fact a defense mechanism that allows us not to sink into depression. Switch the direction of your thoughts, set a real goal that you can achieve very soon, find something interesting to look/read/do... destract yourself. This method helped him survive when he was a kid, so it's not surprising that he still thinks of it as the only option…

Starting with the cat… no, a little earlier, with his very nasty prank, the story became unbearably heavy. It's like sinking into dark, deep water, and each new piece of information pulls you deeper and deeper, and it's pretty difficult to handle. There was no simple allegory of making a decision, as in William's route, to stay in the room or open the door and move forward… Alfie, as always, decided that it would be best for everyone... except himself. I still cannot think about it without tears. This man is merciless.

When I was reading his route, I remembered a very odd (I'm not even kidding, I can't remember anything more strange than this) Korean movie "Alice: boy from wonderland" (앨리스: 원더랜드에서 온 소년). By the way, I don't recommend watching this movie unless you are prepared for very dark and depressing thoughts and a lot of blood. One phrase from it, which has stuck in my head for many years, reminds me very strongly of Alfons.

It's not scary to d**. It's scary to be forgotten.

This is a concept that we don't think about very often, if ever. But Alfons considers this not just a probability, but an undoubted fact. And despite the absolute certainty of this, living with this oppressive thought all his life, he finds a way to stay sane. I'm not happy with his choice of coping. But I respect him for that choice.

I find his route extremely interesting for many reasons. It explain not mental illness or childhood trauma, but a defence mechanism. Some moments remind me of extremely strong scenes from other projects. And the story, like Alfons himself, is full of dark drama and hilarious scenes… It's full of contrast contradictions and at the same time incredibly solid and logical.

He's not perfect like Jude or Chev. He's not a sweet kid like Yves or Liam. He doesn't have a strong life philosophy like William or... I do not know... Johann (Faust, in case you didn't know)… There's a little bit of everything in him, just like in a real person. And just like any person he has oddities. He's totally unable to understand his own feelings and show affection (nothing surprising, given his past). He avoids difficult topics by laughing it off, hides behind lies… And this constant similarity with absolutely normal real people is snowballing to such an extent that it's really hard to believe that he's NOT one of us. I don't want him to be alive, I'm absolutely sure HE IS a living person.… This is probably the best evaluation a writer could ever get.

But maybe it's just me. Maybe I just feel some kind of connection to Alfons or Kate, or to the story itself. Surprisingly, I don't look at this story from the outside, I really feel like I am Kate. And maybe that's why Alfons is so firmly entrenched in my heart…

(I cannot believe how much time I spend writing and polishing this. I can almost hear him calling me a fool for wasting my time on him. Don't worry, babe.… Now it's my turn.)

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mask131 · 3 months

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So you want to know about Oz! (6)

The "Oz" world is definitively one of the big slices of American culture, and yet it has managed to reach many countries outside of the USA!

For example, Japan. The Wizard of Oz is one of the several American works of fiction that were brought over to the Nippon world and that Japanese folks took quite a liking to! As a result it regularly pops up there alongside more European "foreign classics" like Alice in Wonderland or the Grimm fairytales.

The first Japanese Oz adaptation I know of was an animated movie created in 1982 by Toho, adapting The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

It was one of the two most famous anime adaptations of the Oz books. The other I talked about before: 1986's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz series, which is to this day one of the most complete Oz adaptations ever made for screen. Indeed, this anime doesn't just cover "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz", but also "The Marvelous Land of Oz", "Ozma of Oz" and "The Emerald City of Oz". In fact, when I first got a DVD of the series as a kid I was VERY confused as to why suddenly there were all these weird events and characters comng out of nowhere, since I was only aware of the very first book.

[Looking at these animes allows one to notice several big cultural changes from American to Japan. For example, these adaptations have a tendency to give a purplish-skin to the Wicked Witch of the West, as opposed to the greenish skin of the Witch in American media... And it reflects how in Japanese visuals purple is the color most associated with toxic products, radioactivity and poison, whereas it is "green" the venomous and radioactive color in American media]

There is a second series that is more... unique to say the least. 1991's The Wonderful Galaxy of Oz (Space Oz no Bouken), which is a retelling of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz... but in space! We are not in the early 1900s but in 2060, "New Kansas" is actually a planet, Oz an ENTIRE NEW GALAXY, and the quest for the "Brain, Heart, Courage" becomes a quest for magical crystals of "Love, Wisdom and Courage" to fend off an intergalatic invasion... Yeah that's very Japanese for you.

Adaptations of "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" also appeared from time to time as individual episodes in fairytale anthologies series - from 1976's Manga sekai mukashi Banashi, to 1993's World Fairy Tale Series, passing by a stand-alone OVA from (1983 I believe?).

Outside of animes, the world of Oz notably had great success in the domain of Japanese video games.

Most people today are familiar with the game "The Wizard of Oz: Beyond the Yellow Brick Road", which was originally released in 2008 under the strange name... "Riz-Zoawd?". And which is ... quite loosely adapted from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. (You don't have one wicked witch to defeat but four seasonal witches to fight ; the magical shoes are given to Dorothy by the Wizard of Oz who summoned her to the land, etc...)

And while it is not available anymore, there was this app game that was quite talked about and documented online. It was a dating sim part of the "Shall we date?" line: Oz+ Shall we date?

A dating simulation taking place after the events of the novel, but in a world where Dorothy's companions became pretty young human men, and the Land of Oz doesn't have four Witches but four Warlocks... And this game actually had, surprisingly, quite a lot of Oz lore to it! I will definitively say that it was a precursor of future games like "Twisted Wonderland", in the idea of an "actually serious at worldbuilding genderbent game".

There are a few others but I unfortunately cannot fnd them back for now... Oh well!

And while I am at it, this is NOT a Japanese work, this is a Korean manhwa, but I think it still deserves a mention: "Dorosi" (published in English as "Dorothy of Oz") which is a very interesting reinterpretation of The Wizard of Oz as a sci-fi/science-fantasy series (the Witches are not witches, but hyper-advanced scientists delving into robotics, genetics and other sci-fi technology; a lot of the characters are just mutants or equiped with android-prosthetics, etc, etc...)

#so you want to know about oz #oz #land of oz #the wizard of oz #anime #manga #oz manga #oz anime #oz video games #oz + shall we date?#manhwa

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zhanglinghez · 2 months

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Bae Suzy as Koo Jeong In & Park Bogum as Park Tae Ju

Wonderland (2024)

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Music of the Heart [J.YH] - eighty-four | meeting ONiiX

You were ready. You felt pretty ready. Yeah, you were ready.

Today was the day that ONiiX was coming in to meet with you and the rest of Crom3r, to talk about becoming trainees at Wonderland. You had prepared some stuff for Yujin, though you weren’t sure if you’d be able to give it to her and you obviously wouldn’t be teaching at all today.

You sat next to Maddox, your leg bouncing furiously as you went over your list of teaching songs over and over in your head: should you have taken some off? Would the amount scare her? She didn’t have to do them all at once. Maybe you should have made two lists, like an “easy” and “hard” or something. Maybe you should have broken it down more? Should you go back and revise the lesson plan again? Neither the list nor the lesson plan were in the folder you had, but you still worried.

You felt a hand on your knee and looked up.

Maddox smiled. “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

“Joke’s on you, there’s everything to be worried about.” You widened your eyes at him.

He laughed softly.

“Are you teaching their guitarist?”

“Oh no, I’m still taking lessons so there’s no point in teaching someone to be mediocre.”

You pressed your lips together and flattened your expression.

“You look like a Muppet.”

You shook your head with a laugh.

“Listen, you’re a crazy good bassist, you’ll be a perfect teacher.”

You side-eyed him. “Yeah… the CEO said you and Joong mentioned that.”

He smiled.

The door opened, and Hongjoong peeked his head in. “We’re moving down to one of the conference rooms; they all have their parents with them.”

You and Maddox nodded and stood.

As you walked into the conference room, Hongjoong saw the folder of stuff in your hand.

“What’s that?”

“Uh… pre-class stuff? I don’t know if she’d want it now.” You shrugged.

He nodded and smiled.

The three of you walked into the conference room where the group who wanted to become ONiiX, their parents, and their lawyer were gathered around the table. You introduced yourselves and, in turn, they all introduced themselves: Bibi, the singer, who looked like any disaffected 90s goth kid from a slasher movie; Theo, the guitarist, who had a kind of college slacker look; Soul, the drummer, who looked like someone shook the pages of Fruits Magazine and he fell out; and Yujin, your maybe-bass-student, who looked like a quintessential 80s punk. Quite the grouping of fashion statements, and yet all of their parents looked like normal, average, middle class korean parents. You tried to suppress a smile at the contrast.

“I’m glad you took the company’s advice and brought a lawyer to our meeting today. Are you meeting with the CEO afterwards?” Hongjoong asked.

The lawyer answered yes.

Hongjoong explained, in great detail, the album release cycle, the minimum and maximum of promotion periods (depending on how much they were comfortable with promoting, how well an album was doing, etc), tour periods, and other work the group would have to do were they to sign with Wonderland.

“... Debut won’t happen until the last member has turned 20, as Wonderland is one of the few companies that prefers not to debut minors.”

“Why not? The boys would have more time to make money before they have to enlist.” One of the parents said.

“There’s always the opportunity for pre-debut content, so they can make some money while they’re still training, but as far as the grueling schedules from the album cycle and music show circuit, it’s better that they’re able to finish their childhood without having such pressure. There is no real data to look to for this policy, but given the amount of physical and mental health problems many idols tend to have - and that many of them debuted young - it makes more sense to us, the company, to wait until they’re adults.”

The parents turned to each other and to their kids and spoke in hushed voices.

“The person we talked to on the phone said that lessons were on the table, if our kids wanted them?”

“Absolutely. Wonderland prides itself in having talented artists who are well taken care of, and lessons would be a part of that.”

Soul raised his hand. “Do we pay for the lessons?”

Hongjoong shook his head. “The company pays for them, they’re an investment in your future.”

“Are they part of the debt we start with when we’re debuted?” Bibi asked.

Hongjoong shook his head again. “Wonderland doesn’t debut people with debt. Your betterment is an investment in the company’s future, and you are not personally responsible for it.”

The teens straightened up in their seats and looked at each other. It seemed that, despite knowing enough about Wonderland to send in a demo, they didn’t know one of the company’s most popular facts: they were one of the companies whose idols weren’t on the hook for all the lessons the company made them take before debut.

“But we’re a band,” Yujin said, “Wonderland only has idol groups, are you sure you can even teach us to play better?”

Hongjoong looked at you for a moment and turned back to her. “Well… for Bibi, we have plenty of vocal teachers on staff already, it’s more of a matter of which ones can teach the techniques you want. For Theo and Soul, we’re in the process of signing permanent guitar and drums teachers. And Yujin, your bass teacher is right here.” He gestured to you.

You waved.

“You brought my teacher?” She asked incredulously.

He laughed. “T/n is our newest producer, though she started off auditioning as a studio bassist.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked you up and down.

“Do you not think she can teach you?” Maddox asked.

“She looks like she’s my age. And I don’t know how much a producer would know about bass.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to discern how offended you felt. You couldn’t tell if you were annoyed or flattered that she thought you looked so young--

“Get your bass.”

You turned.

“Get your bass.” Hongjoong said again.

You questioned him silently and he nodded.

“Be right back,” you said, as you stood and left the room.

A few minutes later, you came back with your bass and a small amp, and plugged them in.

“What are you going to play?” Maddox asked.

“Come On My Selector by Squarepusher.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

You smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you going to play it with a track?” Hongjoong asked.

You remembered that the song - despite having almost no words - had a swear in it, and figured it would probably not endear the company to the parents if they heard it.

“Nah, just the bassline is fine.”

You started playing. It was a drum and bass song, so it was a little awkward without the drum part, but you improvised the percussion as best as you could. Soul’s face lit up in realization, and he started drumming on the table with his fingers in excited accompaniment. The bassline itself was short, but even so, it was filled with slaps and pops that were much faster than other songs normally had; quarter notes in a song that was already 190 BPM. You didn’t look up as you played, concentrating; you hadn’t played it in a while and were trying not to fuck up. You were a little surprised to hear Soul keeping up with you, changing the beat signature to match the changes in the song, and even doing sound effects with his mouth to mimic the electronic noises he couldn’t drum. If you had the brainspace to think, you would have laughed.

You came to the end third of the song, where the most interesting part of the bassline was and prayed that Soul didn’t swear. You paused for the drop the words were in. He didn’t. You thanked him internally for not saying it and played the two of you played the rest of the song in drum and bass peace until it ended and you let the last note ring in electronic fuzziness.

Bibi and Theo looked genuinely impressed and started clapping, Soul stood and whooped as he clapped and his dad pulled on the hem of his shirt to make him sit back down, Yujin looked somewhere between impressed and confused before clearing her throat and flattening her expression.

You hoped you hadn’t hurt her pride.

“Brainswap successful!” Soul laughed.

You pointed at him with a smile; he had seen the music video. You unplugged everything and sat them out of the way next to the wall. As you sat back in your seat, you saw Yujin looking at your bass out of the corner of her eye. You smiled at her, she noticed you looking and looked away.

“I guess you’re pretty good.”

Before you could respond, Maddox asked: “Good enough to teach you?” Holding his hands around your face like you were the prize on a gameshow.

You swatted at his hands.

“Yeah.” Yujin said and stared at the table.

Fuck. You shouldn’t have shown off like that. She hated you.

The rest of the meeting was very much a meeting, and to your surprise, Yujin pushed for signing with Wonderland.

“Alright,” Hongjoong said. “Maddox will take you over to HR where you’ll get your emails and get put in the pay system and everything, and the next time we’ll see you, you’ll all be students.” He smiled.

The teens and their parents and lawyer all thanked him and talked amongst themselves as they left the room.

“Hey.”

You turned. It was Yujin.

She spoke without looking at you. “Um, so… that was pretty cool. The way you played.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“Can you really teach me to play like that?”

“I can try.”

She nodded.

“Here, I brought this for you.” You handed her the folder.

“What is it?”

“Just some stuff to assess what you already know so we can start at the level you’re comfortable at. Like a self-test.”

She nodded.

“Are you nervous?”

She looked up at you. “Ah-- yeah.”

You smiled. “Don’t be.”

She looked at you for a moment and nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll email the work email you’ll get and we’ll figure out when we’ll have lessons, okay?”

She nodded. “I don’t do after school shit, so,” she shrugged, “I can come in any day of the week.”

You chuckled. “That makes it a lot easier.”

“Honey, we were about to leave without you.” Her mom said as she came back in.

“Oh-- sorry.” She turned to you and bowed. “Please take care of me, teacher.”

“You’re in good hands,” Hongjoong said as he walked over. “You should both catch up with the group.”

Yujin and her mom nodded and ran to catch up with everyone else.

“I have to go talk to IT about a soundboard I got that’s not working right.” Maddox said. “Meet you back at the studio?”

“Sure thing,” Hongjoong said. You nodded.

He left.

You went to collect your bass and amp.

“I’ll carry that,” Hongjoong said as he picked up the amp before you could.

“I can carry it back.”

He shook his head. “I’m the one who told you to get it, so it’s only fair.”

You laughed and shouldered your bass.

The two of you walked down the hall back to the studio.

“Are you still nervous?” He asked.

“About teaching?”

“Mhm.”

“Not really. Or, not as much as before.”

He nodded.

“When I saw her expression after I was done playing, I thought I scared her away.”

He laughed. “You almost pulled a Me by accident.”

“Ha, at least we can laugh about it now.”

The two of you fake-laughed at each other before real-laughing.

“I thought I fucked up so hard.”

“You picked a wild song to show off with.”

You laughed again. “I wanted to show her what she could possibly hope to play, you know? The way I felt about the bass when I first heard wild basslines.”

“Something to aspire to.”

“Yeah.”

“Hopefully she felt the same way.”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

He nodded and opened the studio door for you. “Maybe she’s a little nervous.”

“Yeah, hopefully that’s just it and I didn’t make her hate me.” You walked through and sat your bass down, and took the amp from him and plugged it into the wall.

“You know…”

You looked up from where you were crouched on the floor.

“That bassline gave me an idea, could you play it again?”

You laughed at him for a second and plugged your bass in.

“Well,” you said as you opened the door to find Yunho standing there with a delivery bag filled with several boxes of dumplings. “If it isn’t the man with the mandu?”

He held up the bag. “Mandu Man is here to save the day. Or-- night.”

You laughed and gestured for him to come in. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

“Wow,” he said, looking around at the many basses, guitars, mandolins, and other members of the guitar family you had on the floor and hanging from the walls.

Each one painfully scrimped and saved for-- at least the ones from before you got your Wonderland job were. The couple new ones were much easier labors.

“You have a lot of instruments.”

“Did you think that I wouldn’t?”

“Umm… no, it probably would be weirder if you didn’t.” He chuckled and put the boxes of dumplings on the table.

“That’s a lot.”

“I got you a plethora of dumplings. And I’m hungry too, so…”

“You always did eat a lot.”

He smiled. “Mhm.”

You got the plates and utensils.

“So how was work?” He asked.

“You really are domestic.”

He laughed. “I mean, I used to ask you how classes were all the time when we were younger.”

You laughed. “Then you’ve always been domestic.”

“Hey, my mom raised a good boy.”

You laughed again as you set everything on the table. “It was good. That kid I’m going to teach? Her band and their parents came in and Hongjoong went over what would be expected of them if they signed.”

“Oh, really? Did they end up signing?” He got to work opening the dumpling boxes so you could see what he got.

“Yep. They decided to sign right there and went to HR afterwards to get everything set up.”

“Wow, he must have really sold them on it.”

“Hardly,” you laughed. “He was honest about how much work it would be. But if they wanted to be musical artists, there was no better label to sign with. You know… in terms of treating their artists well.”

“Mhm.”

“Then I guess this is a celebratory dinner of dumplings.” “So many dumplings.” You laughed.

“That’s a lot to celebrate! There’ll be a new band in a bit, and you’ll have your first student even sooner-- she is your first student, right?”

“Yeah. Wow, that feels so weird to have a student.”

“Why?”

“I never even thought about it, you know? Not after… you know… being one.”

He looked at you, his face wrought with concern.

Unlike CEO Ji, Yunho knew exactly what you were talking about. The weekdays he’d call you and you’d rant over the phone. The weekends where the pressure your violin teacher put you under had accumulated so much that that you’d spend the first hour of seeing him crying on his shoulder or in his arms when you just wanted to hang out and play games or do something fun. He never made fun of you or judged you for a single second of it all, being your sole place of safety in a toxic and abusive childhood. Sometimes you couldn’t understand why he understood you so well; he had never been judged or tormented by the adults around him - everyone loved Jeong Yunho, that smiley, golden retriever-like boy who helped everyone and cheered everyone up, everyone except your mom, that is - and somehow he was stuck with you as a best friend; a kid who was treated like a malignant tumor of a human being by the adults who were supposed to be protecting and nurturing her, but who was really a wreck who was being slowly ground down under her mother’s boot almost since the day she was born. And yet, despite his never experiencing what you had to go through, he was so empathetic and compassionate towards you and stood by you through all of it. What an emotional charity case you were back then.

You laughed softly to yourself.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t realized that your internal thoughts were starting to manifest outside of your head like that.

“Nothing. You didn’t tell me which one was which.”

He gave you the rundown on which box had what dumplings; one being discerned only after he ate one.

“Mmm!” He said, mouth full. “That’s samgyeopsal.”

“Ooo!” You took two and put them on your plate. As you reached for the dips, you saw him smiling at you.

“...Why are you looking at me like that?”

He shook his head but before he could answer, you said:

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

He chewed and swallowed. “Are you more excited now? To teach?”

You nodded slowly as you thought. “Yeah, I guess I am. Though um…”

He looked at you as he chewed a new dumpling.

“...She made me a little envious.”

“How?”

“I mean, I don’t know for sure, but like… she was playing an instrument she loved-- about to learn more about it, she made a band with her friends-- she had enough friends to make a band, she was about to sign that band with a label, her parents were supportive…”

You took a dumpling and dipped it, turning it over to make sure it was covered before picking it back up.

“I couldn’t help but feel this teeny tiny little gremlin in the back of my head like ‘she has everything you ever wanted at that age. You hate her.’ I only thought it for a second but I felt like such a bitch.”

You popped the dumpling in your mouth and chewed.

Yunho nodded. “I can see feeling that way, but I don’t think it makes you a bitch.”

You nodded as you chewed.

“And you only thought it for a second, so as long as you don’t think it again and you don’t act on it, I think it was okay to have just a tiny bit of envy at… at…” he looked for the words.

You swallowed your food. “Seeing someone have the life I would have loved to have?”

He looked at you sadly for a moment and nodded.

You nodded too. “Ahh… I just felt like such an asshole for that one second though.”

He exhaled a laugh as he put some more dumplings on his plate.

“What?”

“It’s funny that feeling like that for one second makes you feel bad, when your mom didn’t feel bad at all for the many years she was trying to control your life. You two couldn’t be more different.”

You smiled. “Yeah, I guess. Instead of apples not falling far from trees, she made a mountain I could never hope to climb and I rolled right off.”

He laughed, almost choking on his food.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded. He recovered, sipping his drink and looked at you for a few seconds.

“...What?”

He shook his head and put a dumpling on your plate. “I think… that you recognized that the feeling was envy and realized it was not okay to feel that way towards someone who is going to be your student means you’ve already dealt with it. I mean,” he gestured at the basses on the wall, “if she saw all this, don’t you think she’d turn completely green?”

You laughed loudly. “I guess you’re right. And there’s no point in getting mad at her when I’ve got what I wanted back then. Well,” you shrugged, “most of it.”

He looked back at you, confused. “What’s missing?”

“I really wanted to be in a band back then… but after being in a few since I moved here, maybe I like producing better.”

“Dreams can change over time.”

You nodded. “Yeah, they can.”

He put another dumpling on your plate and smiled.

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