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Choi Sam
because I talk too much;
Choi Sam please, hands down. got mad respect for you girl! {clears throat, placing his hand over his heart to slowly bows his head enough, greeting you this way; welcome to the crew, ain’t gonna wish you to have a blast cause that’s what you’ve signed for when joining the asylum— I meant, AOMG. anyhoo, I’m Jay, pleasure to meet ya and I’m looking forward to work wit you real soon.
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-Raising an eyebrow, she couldn't help the smirk that made its way across her face- So you the kid on the block 'm hearin' about, haa? You ain't that ugly. Hahah, nah 'm just jokin'. No need to introduce yourself though, think I ain't heard Appetizer? When we do work together, jus' try and keep up, a'ight?
Yo Sam! Want me to spit out yeah? Aight. Aye, I'm here to welcome you to crew, you know a family's all about you. We hope you have a lot'a fun, from the night's moon to the risin' sun. And I'm runnin' outta shit to say, so I'll catch you on another day! AYE!
Hahah, typical Gray. Man, you soundin’ like a mama more ‘n more every damn day! Thanks though, since you here ‘least I got a guide on this crazy ass ride I signed up for.
Welcome to AOMG
Thanks, man. Lookin’ forward to workin’ with ya.
La Cucaracha | Choi Sam
"Yo, Jiae, it's time."
Those words from a close friend of hers rung through her ears as she prepped herself backstage. It was another one of those nights again -- performing. Her eyes slanted into even smaller slits as she glared at him from the mirror she was looking into. She didn't even have to say anything before he was raising his hands like a criminal about to be arrested for his rather extreme crimes. They both knew she hated her real name being used by anyone, yet he still liked to push her limits, test her, see how much ground he can cover before the nearest object is catapulted at his head. As he retreated with the small victory of not having any bodily harm, she grabbed her red and black checkered flannel and flung it over her slender arms. Giving herself one finally overlook, Jiae's signature smirk made its way across her face. Let's do this, kid.
Going down the long, dark tunnel-like hallways reminded her of how she started up. The small clubs, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke wafting through the air, the dirty looks she'd get since she was a female going up on stage to rap. She knew what they were thinking -- something along the lines of, 'Who does this girl think she is' or 'She can't even rap'. Jiae never forgot a single face or a single diss she received during those times. She also never forgot how quickly their facial expression contorted once they saw the true talent she had hidden behind the nonchalant facade. It was always such a rush to see how her haters turned into her fans. Idiots.
"Y'all show some love for Choi Sam."
The small applause she heard never fazed her, an inkling in the back of her mind always reminded her that the volume would change by the end. Her feet carried her up to center stage, mic in her hand and heart in the other. When she performed, everything was given up and left right there on the floor. Never taking to heart if the reaction wasn't as grand as she thought it would be. After all, haters gotta do something with their lives. The beat rolled in after what felt like forever, filling her eardrums with the familiar melody of Gazes. Choi Jiae was long gone. Now, it was Sam's turn to shine like the rapper she is.
"Hah."
A busy man with big ambitions.
The name is Jang Dongwoo. I’m nothing but a hard-working guy. I’m 22 and I currently work as the businessman of Modern Times magazine, which I founded with the help of my two best friends. I don’t have words to describe myself, why don’t you do it after knowing me? What do you think? I’m quite a friendly guy, people say. They also say I look like a dinosaur, but hey we shouldn’t believe everything people say, right?
Would you do me a big favor and spread this around? Thanks in advance.
byxntae replied to your post:-bows down- Let me worship you..
-blinks and looks at you- Eyy! I’m Taehyun from WINNER.
Well, Taehyun from WINNER -- since you're bowin' before me, 'm assumin' you know who I am, right? So, no need for an introduction.
PSA: Reasons Why I Didn't Reply.
I missed your reply.
Tumblr didn’t notify me.
I’m unsure of what to reply with.
My muse is being selective.
I was honestly lazy.
I am NOT ignoring you.
You are NOT annoying me.
You are totally free to remind me that it’s my turn in our thread, and I will not be upset.
i’m cool with that. as long as money ain’t involved, ‘cause i’m poor as hell and ugly.
-snorts, shaking her head- Nah, no money involved. Ya' just gotta hand over some nice beats for me to use for some upcomin' mixtapes 'm workin' on.
-narrows his eyes slightly at your antics, but eventually breaks out into a small smile, followed by a shake of his head- Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, so what if you don’t like it. You want to tell me to change it something, huh, what? -tries to remain self composer just after singing a little snippet of your own song, tilting his head slightly as he nods once- Mm. Bruh, next thing you know is they be claimin’ to be fans since day one. Like nah man, get out.
Oh, what's this? Jay Park's badass producer listens to my mixtapes, huh? 'm honored. -stifling a chuckle, she couldn't help but feel a necessary boost to her ego- That's what 'm sayin', how you gon' claim to be a ride or die fan when you ain't even heard the first shit I put out there. 's all fun and games 'til someone does stupid shit like that.
Send me a symbol and I'll tell you how to...
❤ - win my muse’s heart
♡ - make my muse melt
❦ - instantly turn my muse on
✯ - make my muse cry
ツ - make my muse laugh/smile
☓ - guilt trip my muse
⁇ - get any information you want out of my muse
✎ - negotiate with my muse
☠ - hurt my muse
☤ - kill my muse
-bows down- Let me worship you..
Aha, whatcha doin’ down there, bro? Shouldn’t you be enjoyin’ the view from up here?
"I would believe if you say you were," still stifling a giggle, she nodded agreeing. As she stared longer the resemblance becomes more uncanny. She would probably be one of the people who would ask if they were related if they see them together. "Both of you are really great. Zico’s just getting more exposure seeing as he’s sort of an idol. You’ll get your shot of fame too. If you’re aiming for it, that is."
"Yeah man, one of these days I'll get recognized from the skills I got. 'Til then, 'm cool with hangin' in the underground scene." Jiae tipped her head to the side, taking into consideration how massive of a scandal it would cause if the scenario were true -- that she and Woo Jiho were truly related. Shaking it off, she let out a light chortle. "Guess that's why they call me the female Zico."
Excuse you kid if I’m weird you’re weird too♡ And that’s it you’re my Zike$ha
Kid? Bitch, ya' realize 'm older than you, right? Respect ya' elders, fool.