@gogumalove: @namstar えと。。thank you for taking care of me that one night.. i'm so sorry about the burden. @gogumalove: @namstar ehhhh~ you speak english?
@namstar: @gogumalove what's えと? i dont speak sashimi sorry
@namstar: @gogumalove anything for you~ hearteu we should hang out sometime...
So Jisub enters the room clad in a normal business attire with a clipboard tucked under his arm. He seats himself down while giving a warm smile to the contestant already seated on the chair across from his own. Yet, his gaze returns to being firm once his eyes start scanning the portfolio information that had been handed to him. He had purposely requested a private one on one interview to find out more about the soon to be trainees who were to represent his company. "Well, let's begin, shall we?"
1. Why did you choose Royal Entertainment?
"from the name itself, the company already sounds promising, complete with that ditzy shinning lights spelling out the world royal. it sounds elite, famous and a chart-topper. anyone would want to be here.. including me." he smacks his hips, trying to remain calm and composed. "but i didn't choose this company simply for it's good name in the entertaining industry. nor did i choose this because i want to be popular. it's actually stupi--ridiculous when people start stereotyping idols according to their company. a company shouldn't be the one defining the talent. i chose royal entertainment because i think this would give me the best opportunity to hone my talents. it's important to choose the best platform where one can provide enough opportunities for the person to show and develop their skills. i believe royal entertainment can give me that. royal entertainment, knowing how serious they are when striving to perfect the vocal talent of their trainees, is for me. it's my path, the next chapter of my life that i'm pretty sure can help me turn into a better individual."
2. What casts you aside from all the other contestants?
"for starters, they're not nam woohyun." a short chuckle follows after. "kidding aside, what casts me from them is that i'm versatile. you can put me anywhere and i can guarantee you a performance. singing isn't too hard and a little more practice in dancing wont hurt. let me host a music show and i'll make sure to keep the audience entertained. i'll do aegyo if i have to and sport all sorts of styles popular nowadays. it sounds crazy and audacious, but that's nam woohyun--i'm one of a kind. also, since this company is popular on the western market, i believe my english would bring me a little step forward. not all fans would understand korean so knowing english would help an idol thrice as much."
3. How do you think Royal Entertainment can help you improve?
he blinks, thinking that the question was sort of answered already on the first question. "royal entertainment is focused on harnessing the vocal talents of their trainees, at the same time, making them charismatic enough on stage. i'll be really honest with you, sir. it's been about a year and a half since i stopped my vocal lessons and i think i've been messing around with myself. i know i still have a lot to improve on, a lot to go on through before calling myself as someone skilled enough to man the stage. i think the opportunities royal ent offers to their trainees are enough to help them develop their skills and talents. royal ent, by looks of their "product" idols, seem to know what's best for their trainees. i wouldn't want to miss the chance being trained here.
4. Why do you want to become a trainee?
"becoming a trainee is the first step into achieving my dream: a world-wide sensational artist. of course, before reaching into that dream, i have to work myself out and see if i could handle every single trial on the way. i mean, it's always better to work hard for something you want rather than finding a way to cheat just to get what you want. i still have a lot more to learn, that's why i want to be a trainee."
5. Anything else that you would like to tell me?
"i would just like to say-- thank you. really. i never actually thought the judges would like my performance and all. i also never thought i'd see you face to face, sir. you are such a pleasure to meet and i hope you give me the chance to prove that investing on me as a trainee here wont be a regretful choice."
as expected, hayi singing live is so much better than in television.
woohyun, with all his will power, tried not to scream or fanboy over the place knowing some people here were from the higher social class with their tacky business suits and fancy monocles. her voice really sounded serene, the kind that would definitely make any calm and feel at ease after listening to a song sung by her. of course, any of her re-created song is a favorite and the slower, much more bluesy version of bad girl good girl is just--sublime. he could not wait to congratulate her. should he? no, that's too blunt. maybe next time
but what if there will be no next time?
he's stuck between whether or not he should go and just shake her hand. the performance's about to end and panic shoots through his veins. woohyun make up your fucking mind.
and he does, somehow. when the performance ends, he shoots up to clap then moves foward to shake her hand and maybe take a selca if she isn't weirded out. hopefully, she wouldn't, right? woohyun's good looking, he's not too shabby and maybe she'll ask for his name. yes? maybe?
this is probably the first time his brain isn't functioning correctly as it should be and before he even realized what had just happened, "oh my god." hayi is less than a foot away from me. breathe "i'm really sorry, really. oh my god, did i hurt you?" and it goes on like that, as he takes hayi to the nearest empty seat. "no, no. it's probably my fault--i didn't see you coming down and i just wanted to congratulate you i mean you're really great." he's babbling ad he needs to drink water to calm down. not a single glass of water is around.
woohyun triest to compose himself, a good fifteen second inner pep talk and smiles at her. "sorry, i was really flustered for a second. please let me do it again." yes, that's right. this is nam woohyun, smooth talker and a cool guy. "I'm woohyun and honestly, i've been a fan of yours ever since. i just wanted to say that i liked your performance today. you version is far more better than the original one."
woohyun wasn't exactly sure who the other girl was, but assuming that she herself instructed taeyeon what to do, woohyun thought she was her boss or something. nonetheless, woohyun's lips twisted to a smile and mouthed a small thank you to the assumed owner.
"extra bacon, don't forget."
slacking back to his chair, woohyun decides to take advantage of the wifi while waiting for his meal and taeyeon herself. pancakes aren't that difficult to make, right? taeyeon better come out sooner as his stomach is starting to growl in hunger. woohyun tries to keep his composure, smiles to the owner each time their eyes meet across the room, and tweets how his day is going well so far. hey, it's not everyday where a cafe owner helps you score a date with a girl who has the most adorable eye-smiles.
woohyun waits for another ten minutes before taeyeon comes out with his meal. he smiles at her, "i thought you'd never go out." a little chuckle does the work, and the meal is set on the table. "sit down, sit down. who's that girl by the way? the one who told you to take a break?" of course, woohyun knows by now that she's actually her boss but for the sake of starting a conversation, woohyun takes the risk even if it means sounding dumb.
there are two pieces of fluffy buttermilk pancakes, stacked together and drizzled in maple syrup. this has been a staple every time woohyun visits this place since he claims it's way better than ihop pancakes. strips of crispy bacon lay at the side of the dish, some crushed and falling off from the plate. woohyun takes his knife, cuts the pancake into pieces and offers her the fork. "sorry, i completely forgot to order you a separate meal." woohyun say in an apologetic manner. "and i can't just let you watch me eat. that's weird." basically, it's an invitation to share a meal with him. blessing in disguise.
"how many minutes do we have until your break ends?"
nam woohyun | song | app form | outfit | skill points | category: singing
there is a number pinned on his chest, a fat bold two digit number written in black ink scribbled against the paper--crumpled no thanks to woohyun's constant fidgeting. he's been sitting there inside the waiting room for an hour now with the rest of the candidates. some were practicing through hushed tones, mouthing the lyrics whilst their eyes closed. others were blatantly singing aloud for everyone else in the room to hear. it's as if these attention-seeking candidates seemed like they're in for pissing the rest of everyone trying to calm themselves down. apparently, they're doing a good job annoying woohyun, and as much as he wants to smash his guitar to their faces, woohyun thinks it would be unwisely to do so. don't do anything stupid, woohyun. this is your one chance to get in. don't fucking screw up so, he sits there for another fifteen minutes with his guitar on his lap, one hand firmly grasping the instrument's neck.
number 31, the automated voice says and woohyun looks at his own number, only to find that it's his number being called. woohyun tries not to scream because that would make him look like a virgin-auditionee, stands and walks to the doorway leading to the audition room.
there is nothing special about the small stage. there were no decorations whatsoever and only had one standing microphone next to the bar stool. the judges, with their eyes boring over with what seemed to be a photocopied form of woohyun, seem to not notice him enter. woohyun purposely shuts the door albeit too loudly and one judge turns his head to find woohyun doing a peace sign, "sorry."
he climbs on stage and stands in front of the mic, in front of the judges. "hi my name is nam woohyun, twenty years old and a part time waiter." the clock is ticking, there isn't much time for him to do a decent introduction. "i dropped from business school, you know, every asian parent's dream for their child..and decided to hit the roads and dream to become an artist--in this case, every asian parent's nightmare." and maybe that was completely unnecessary but hey, a joke can ease up even the most intense moments like this one. woohyun takes a deep breath and adjusts his guitar strap--i think i'll just stand for this performance.
his fingers are numb from the cold, but that doesn't stop him from reaching the first chord of the song. "today, i will be singing yellow by coldplay." he says, this time in english whilst strumming the first chord.
the judges are watching him, one of them having her lips pursed. woohyun had never feared audience, never had that surge of nervousness until today. their gaze felt as if they were drilling holes on woohyun's body. it's that intense.
thirty seconds after the first set of chords, he stops to sing the first lines of the song.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
the judges can tell how woohyun had actually mastered this piece. his fingers moved to each fret, tapping each correct string and stummed so cleanly. woohyun closes his eyes, his very mind actually feeling the song.
Yeah, they were all yellow.
at the back of his mind, he remembers the first time he played this in front of an audience: his first girlfriend. back in high school, when his father knew nothing about his extra-curricular, woohyun joins the guitar club. that's where he first met her, the president of the club.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow".
she wasn't president of the club for nothing. during the orientation, she played her guitar so beautifully that everyone inside listened so intently, not one uttering a word or hymn. woohyun knew she wouldn't notice him, a kid with skills nothing compared to her's.
that's when he started taking guitar seriously.
woohyun drags his tongue onto his already dry lips, feet tapping discreetly for proper pacing.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.
he gives one affirmative nod before strumming the next chord of the coming chorus. so far, so good. his english isn't failing on him yet and his fingers were just into the zone that woohyun already feels a bit confident for himself.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into
Something beautiful,
it took him at least three weeks to a month to study this. woohyun heard the girl really liked western bands, coldplay in particular, and he just had to sing a song for her. it's cheesy and an audacious thing to do, but that's woohyun. he's cheesier than ham and cheese pizza and like a bit of a challenge.
You know,
You know I love you so,
on august fifteen, woohyun sang the same song to her. there were actually a lot of mistakes during the little performance, and woohyun had to laugh it all off to make things less embarrassing to him.
You know I love you so.
that same day was the time he shared his first kiss. it did have that butterflies-in-your-tummy feeling, like as if lightning struck him. it felt nice and warm and yellow.
woohyun continued on with the next two verses. feeling the actual song itself, the memories going back almost made him forget the judges watching him. it was only then on the second chorus when woohyun opens his eyes,
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into
Something beautiful,
the sides of his eyes crinkles every time he does a little falsetto, nothing too fancy on how he sings the simplistic song. to be honest, the song he chose is a bit too easy--too plain and might not guarantee his entrance.
And you know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
but that's not the reason why he chose an easy song. he chose this because among all the guitar covers he actually master, this one had the most impact on him. it had so many emotions, so many memories dripping on every line that even to this day, it still makes woohyun's heartstrings tug and intertwine with one another.
It's true,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
woohyun could feel the song ending and a surge of panic shoots him again. am i doing well? are the judges enjoying?
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
there's only one way to find out. he sings the last verse, the same verse as he first sung minutes before.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
he ends the song with one last strum, making sure that it's clean and crisp. woohyun stands there for a good ten seconds before looking up to see if the judges' reactions. "thanks for listening, that's nam woohyun number thirty one." he did not bother to wait for the judges to ask him to leave. woohyun quickly climbed down the stage with his guitar at hand and walked towards the exit.
woohyun arrives thirty minutes late for work, forgets the white trademark apron his manager gave him three days ago prior to that little interview in which woohyun had smooth talked himself out, and receives a really long lecture from his senior coworker on how punctuality is really important etcetera etcetera. it was then followed by a call from his manager, asking woohyun to come to his office. woohyun knows he's screwed.
"it's your first day, please don't prove to us that we made the wrong choice." their manager says, handing woohyun another apron. he nods, eyes not meeting the manager's and apologizes even if he thinks it isn't entirely his fault that the alarm clock wasn't that loud enough for woohyun to hear. i don't even like mornings.
when the manager dismissed him from the little office near the kitchen area, woohyun takes a deep breath and sighs inwardly. if he were to quit now, woohyun wouldn't be able to pay his part of the rent and jinah would be really upset. let's also not forget the number of days he spent looking around and searching for job offers from left to right. i can't quit, he says while tying the apron around his waist. that's all he needs, a fighting spirit--and maybe a hot cup of coffee before starting his shift.
but another coworker keeps him from doing so, "woohyun I'm in for a quick break. can you handle tables four and seven for me?" his coworker looked like she needs to go to the bathroom asap, and before he could even nod, the coworker almost shoves the notepad and pen to his chest and zooms to the nearest bathroom door.
this should be easy, he tells himself while reading what was scribbled on the notepads. take orders, tell the cooks and barista, bring it to them and wait for the money. sounds easy. thankfully, woohyun does the job correctly within the first ten minutes. the customers were fairly good-natured and honestly, that's all woohyun had ever wished right now. he lists down their orders, making sure his handwriting would be clear enough for the baristas to read.
"orders for tables four and seven," he moves to the nearest barista at the counter. "four wants his cafe mocha on the sweeter side and seven--" woohyun stops, finding himself lost in the barista's dark brown eyes. he looks familiar and of course he does, woohyun doesn't need to look at his golden name plate pinned on the barista's chest. "sunggyu," a small smile forms. well then, he thinks. never thought i'd see my ex on my first day of work. "table seven wants their hot chocolate warm--hello."
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