surrender yourself .

fill the void up with polished doubt, fake sentiment.

[virgcsgroove]

@revolutionstart

status: open

location: the revolution cafeteria

there  table  before  her  is  filled  with  pages  and  pages  of  a  deconstructed  script.  usually  she  prepared for auditions  on  the  subway  or  in  the  privacy  of  her  room.  but  the  chaos  of  the  past  few  days  took  away  any  extra  time  she  needed  to  rehearse. and  the  audition  is  just  hours  away. brooklyn couldn't  be  further  from  prepared.  hunched  over  one  page  in  particular,  brook  mumbles  under  her  breath  as  she  read  the  lines  repeatedly  to  herself.  "hey  -  "  she  says,  flagging  down  the  person  that  nearly  zips  past  her  table.  "  do  you  know  anything  about  shakespeare?  i  mean  anything,  i'm  desperate.  "

[falseconfdence]

there  are  several  moments  of  grey’s  workdays  that  he  consistently  looks  forward  to.  one  of  them  naturally  being  his  lunch  break.  so  what  if  he  usually  spends  it  sneaking  into  the  recording  rooms  or  catching  a  nap  in  some  obscure  place ?  —  it’s  still  a  lunch  break  if  he  says  it  is.  today,  running  low  on  energy  and  motivation,  he  does  actually  find  himself  in  the  cafeteria,   however.  perhaps  it  was  brook’s  lucky  day,  or  maybe  her  unlucky  one.  either  way,  as  the  other  called  out  to  him,  he  stopped  in  his  tracks  to  listen  to  what  she  had  to  say.  a  bit  begrudingly,  thinking  of  the  quiet  lunch  he  was  about  to  enjoy,  he  sits  down  at  the  table  with  brook.  “ not  a  damn  thing  outside  of  eighth  grade  english...  but  we  could  probably  figure  it  out  together, right ?  two  heads  are  better  than  one  and  all  that  jazz. ”

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jonnie  was  in  a  good  mood  today  ,  not  that  it  was  rare  he  was  in  a  good  mood  ,  but  it  was  better  than  normal  which  he  was  calling  an  absolute  win  .  he  started  his  day  (  at  2pm  …  )  with  a  nice  bowl  of  golden  grahams  and  a  can  of  dr  pepper  ,  threw  on  his  favorite  button  up  (  white  with  pink  flamingos  on  it  )  and  his  lucky  pair  of  green  crocs  .  nothing  could  deter  his  spirit  !  not  even  having  to  go  in  for  practice  minutes  after  he  got  up  because  he’s  an  idiot  who  overslept  ,  not  even  the  packed  subway  car  and  having  to  stand  the  whole  way  to  the  company  because  he  was  traveling  during  rush  hour  ,  not  even  the  cold  as  it  bit  his  arms  for  not  wearing  a  jacket  .  none  of  those  because  nothing  was  gonna  stop  jonathan  yoon  from  having  a  good  day  !

with  a  pep  in  his  step  he  waved  to  the  few  tourists  who  were  taking  their  pictures  in  front  of  the  company  building  before  gliding  through  the  revolving  doors  of  revolution  records  .  a  quick  finger  guns  to  the  security  guard  before  his  crocs  were  squeaking  against  the  marble  floors  of  the  front  lobby  ,  jonnie’s  eyes  set  on  the  desk  at  the  end  of  the  room  and  the  person  sitting  in  the  chair  who  hadn’t  noticed  him  yet  ,  “  greyson  !  ”  his  voice  chipper  to  reflect  his  mood  while  he  leans  forward  on  front  desk  ,  a  bright  toothy  grin  splitting  his  lips  apart  .  in  hindsight  ,  jonnie  shouldn’t  be  acting  this  way  with  the  other  ,  not  with  their  history  ,  but  jonnie  was  jonnie  and  he  was  going  to  forget  everything  serious  that  ever  happened  in  his  life  .  “  my  dude  what  is  going  on  ?  boring  day  or  eventful  ?  if  it  was  eventful  ,  you  gotta  tell  me  about  it  !  ”  words  tumbling  out  of  his  mouth  ,  “  your  shift  almost  done  ?  please  say  yes  or  else  i’ll  have  to  go  to  my  practice  room  all  alone  and  wallow  in  my  loneliness  …  you  wouldn’t  want  that  would  you  ?  ”  grin  being  replaced  with  a  pout  and  the  biggest  puppy  dog  eyes  he  can  muster  .

— closed for @falseconfdence .

[falseconfdence]

grey’s  day  started  out  as  usual.  he  woke  early  enough  to  make  himself  eggs  and  bacon,  something  about  the  way  his  mother  used  to  say  ‘  breakfast  is  the  most  important  meal  of  the  day '  being  grilled  into  his  brain.  after  eating,  he  began  to  get  dressed.  simple  clothes  pulled  out  of  a  closet  full  of  the  same,  brushing  his  teeth  and  hair,  before  getting  on  the  subway  to  head  to  revolution.  his  day,  like  all  of  his  days,  like  his  weeks  and  months,  like  his entire life  —  was  monotonous.  a  slideshow  of  nothingness  on  repeat.  despite  that,  grey  wasn’t  what  anyone  would  describe  as  a  grump. instead,  he  made  a  habit  of  smiling  at  those  he  passed.  of  making  conversation  with  the  poor  schmuck  working  at  the  subway  station  so  early  in  the  morning.  while  his  life  was  the  same,  everyday  being  lived  over  and  over  like  the  last,  he  perhaps  didn’t  even  realize  the  bits  of  sunshine  sprinkled  throughout  his  routine.  the  kindness  of  his  heart  that  not  even  dullness  could  tear  away. hours  later  he  finds  himself  sitting  in  the office  chair  at  the  front  desk  of  revolution,  where  he  always  was  around  this  time.  currently,  instead  of  worrying  too  much  about  the  opening  of  the  front  doors,  and  you  know,  his  actual  job  —  he  was,  perhaps  a  bit  ironically,  finishing  up  a  song  he’d  been  working  on on  his  laptop.  his  eyes  lifted  only  once  he  heard  what  was  again  becoming  a  familiar  greeting  to  him.  “ jonnie. ”  he  greets  simply,  not  as  over  excited  as  the  other’s  greeting,  nor  uninterested  by  any  means.  the  two  had  what  could  be  considered  a  tumultuous  past.  grey  was  all  too  used  to  people  leaving,  though.  he  didn’t  hold  it  against  jonnie,  not  as  harshly  as  he  could  have  at  least.  and  these  days,  the  two  seemed  to  be  growing  closer  once  again.  though,  not  working  through  any  of  their  issues.  avoidance  a  mutual  friend  of  theirs  it  seems.  “ boring.  so  boring,  you  wouldn’t  even believe. ”  and  then,  a  smile  grows  on  his  lips.  one  he  simply  can’t  seem  to  help  when  the  other  is  around.  “ of  course  we  wouldn’t.  i’m  actually  off  in  just  a  few  minutes… ”  a  quick  glance  at  the  clock  and  he’s  shutting  his  laptop,  tucking  it  under  his  arm  with  a  grin  as  he  steps  out  from  behind  the  desk  only  just a  bit  prematurely.  surely,  his  boss  wouldn’t  mind  too  much. “ well,  what  are  we  waiting  for ? ”  

[falseconfdence]

꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀seo changbin.   twenty-four.   cis male.   he/him.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱        hold your f*** horses !   greyson hwang   has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident   front desk worker   and have been working with the label for   three years.    they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at   @greyskiies.  the office knows them for being   heedless   but i swear they’ve got a   tenacious   side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with   a sleepless night accompanied by the soft glow of the bedside lamp,  black ink stained notes scribbled onto tanned skin,  headphones at the ready as they dangle around your neck.   their coworkers even voted them most likely to   sneak into a recording studio.   we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

MORE INFO

father left when he was pretty young, raised entirely by his mother. he’s quite close to her and his older sister. all in all he had a decent childhood filled with happiness and love despite his father’s absence. 

discovered his love for music at a pretty early age, he was always just a musical kid. as he grew into his teens, he got into producing and composing his own songs. he dreamed of one day becoming a singer or a hit producer. 

alas though !  dreams don’t always come true. greyson’s certainly didn’t. thus he’s ended up working as a measly front desk worker at revolution records, while he dreams of becoming more.

makes a habit of sneaking into the recording rooms to use company equipment. he often sends songs to his mom, having told her when she moved away from new york that he was a recording artist.

basically, he didn’t achieve his dreams, his family all grew and moved on from the city, and he’s lying to them about being successful. all while working at the place he dreams of, just in a different sense.

in terms of personality, he's obviously very persistent. he doesn't give up easily and is headstrong in that way. he's not easily embarrassed at all.  " heedless "  is a great way to describe him as it’s basically to say he doesn't care to draw attention to himself good or bad, he just does and says what he wants. 

he isn't mean or an asshole by any means, he’s definitely more soft hearted but not excessively kind. he won’t let people walk all over him, and will stand up for himself and for others. still, he’s more gentle than anything else.

you can find greyson’s stats HERE and some wanted connections HERE  !!  please feel free to hmu in ims or on d*sc0rd for plots  !!  thanks for coming to my ted talk <3  

[falseconfdence]

# tag drop  !

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⠀ ・ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 .

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