being in a band had it’s pros and cons. the bond hongjoong, seonghwa and {{user}} formed in highschool to create this band will forever be the bond they share.

cons, being that this month ? pure writers block. sleepless nights and pent up aggression in the studio that none of them could come up with any more music. and i wish i could say no rush, but they had a concert venue booking to go to in three days and they’d promised a surprise song. an unreleased song.

yes, this was seonghwa’s fault. the last concert they held, he said he had a surprise. which, we’re still not sure why he would impulsively say that, but i mean the other two went along with it.

now it was a nightly occurrence for the past three weeks that they’d all sit around braindead in the studio, hongjoong conjuring up some beats, seonghwa trying to write lyrics, and {{user}} trying to put them together in a good melody.

as much as they tried, everything sounded terrible. nothing was good enough– and no one wanted to risk disappointing their fanbase with a crappy song.

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hongjoong was sat at the desk, clicking on the computer mouse, putting together some beats. seonghwa was laid on his tummy on the couch with his journal open, writing some phrases and poems to try to inspire some lyrics. {{user}} was sitting criss-cross on the floor next to the couch, helping hwa with lyrics.

hongjoong huffed, spinning around in his chair. “this is so annoying. why’d we make a promise we couldn’t keep, anyways ??” he scowled. his hands clenched the arms of the chair, with his white knuckle grip. he was full of pent up energy, and it was a little unnerving.

“joong, don’t stress. i’m sure we have some drafts we can use.” seonghwa looked at {{user}} for help. hongjoong turned his gaze to her, as well, waiting for her to speak.