self para / famed base
summary / minjung on her way to mcountdown pre-recording, and her thoughts on being put into too many things at once. warnings / none wc / 429
she’s walking through the hallways of the venue. too many years, and this feels like home number eight — familiarity writes itself in each room, each memory of walking behind the scenes, loitering away the hours until she’s up to perform. this time’s no different, and she carves out a new memory of double booked schedules and a pre-recording under her belt.
“we have to pre-record today, and you’ll be back in a few days.”
what she hears from her manager, hours before when she’s inside the van through the early hours of morning. it’s all about routine, get in — listen to the schedules she has to brace herself for. and it’s years of observations and learning through mistakes that already have her ready on her feet, prepped for the quick run through of events.
“pre-record bbibbi then perform it live? is gold star suddenly calling me unreliable?”
“no — but your unreliability also has you forgetting about the christmas base project.” her manager’s coy smile peeks through the front mirror, and minjung tosses a strand of hair past her shoulders. incredulity of a sharp tongue that drives tit-for-tat in conversations, and she has her arms poised across her chest, eyes geared towards the free-of rush hour on the highway.
many options to choose from, and she could prime herself to pull together ten minutes of rest. but ten minutes don’t beat out the hours she’ll have waiting around backstage. the early-morning brings the sun peaking past the clouds, and she’s failed to scrimmage up any more light to scribble something in the notebook nestled deep in her backpack. when all fails, she reverts back to her thoughts — imagination searching for something worth value to pass time today.
christmas season, and there’s no holiday cheer when schedules compounded result in the mismanagement of time. she has no time to trace back the christmas trees and holiday music that blasts in the speakers. no time to partake in the fancy formalities of a ‘merry christmas’ and santa-doused decor. instead, her time’s managed with one schedule to the next, blurring the days together till december disappears in a blink of an eye.
but she should be used to it by now.
used to the end of the year commiseration correlating to packed schedules, jammed together for the free-for-all of the company. early year beginnings to pave the way for the rest — it’s just a cycle of dominos toppling one after another. so, what’s another pre-recording that deters the taste of christmas further?


















