#c:tae

[glriolani-blog]

laying tracks

@glrtae

Studio preparations were underway. Iolani was already recording for the new Cinnamon comeback and it was exciting to say the least. The beat was fun, not her typical style, but that didn’t matter. She could learn to like it and the rap she just wrote out a few hours earlier fit so well on the beat on the first try, something she struggled to do on pervious Cinnamon tracks.

While she should’ve headed back to the dorm and rested up, Iolani had plans. Set plans for the night, and she wasn’t breaking them either. A side project she was told she could pursue if it didn’t take away from her work time, Iolani carried her laptop in her arms as she barreled into the designated recording studio. It was the one the company allotted Iolani and Escape’s main vocalist Tae. 

“Sorry I’m late, I was vibing too hard with our new track,” she explained. She neglected the respectful and polite bow.

Collapsing into a seat near the soundboard, she opened up the laptop, waiting for it to fully boot before she signed in and looked over to Tae. “What’s up?”

[glrintak-blog]

tony montana

@glrtae

There was always a sense of accomplishment that came with ending an era. There was an even greater sense of anticipation and elation that came with being on the brink of starting comeback preparations. It was a time that symbolized endless possibilities. Whatever the next song would sound like, line distribution looked like or concept would be--all of it seemed there for the taking. 

Even while he worked toward debut with Hex as a trainee, he felt the same buzz just beneath his skin. Funny, Intak thought to himself, the feeling has remained the same two years later.

Intak wanted to keep his mind busy during the slight break. So instead of heading off to visit a few friends or even spend the day in front of his game console, which always seemed like the better idea after busy periods, he was at the studio. He was sitting in a random hallway, writing random lines in his journal. As he hummed to himself a beat, he scribbled relentlessly, letting whatever words surfaced in his mind mark the page.

It wasn’t until he heard a door open somewhere nearby that Intak looked up and saw a familiar face. Eyes narrowed, he searched his mind for the name. He gave up just as he began. He was with Escape, that was really all he needed to know.

“Just my luck isn’t it,” he mumbled, more to himself, but Intak’s voice carried so easily in the quiet hallway.