honestly, secretly feat. woohee
@hgdwoohee
as a singer slash songwriter, yuji had always known which songs suited her band and which didn’t. it wasn’t all that hard since the distinction between the songs was how emotionally attached she was to them. the more closer to heart she held a piece, the more difficult it was for her to give it to her band; though there were rare occasions where she actually did. much like the very first time she had performed an original piece on stage, she wore her heart on her sleeve, showed her true colours, added her own flair when it comes to "eva's songs". it was bittersweet and personal, and the crowd revelled in it. ever since then, she knew that if she were to be a part of a band, she’d keep them separated.
so whenever she wasn’t with her band, she’d sing her songs somewhere else. to gain experience, she said, to feel the right vibe, to get that special something. and today, she was on her own, guitar slung over her shoulder, walking down the street to a recently opened cafe. open mic days were her favourite as one could never anticipate the type of crowd that would be attending. after signing her name up, she stood at one corner, thinking over the lyrics of the song she would be performing later. it was an old song, one she had left to gather dust at the back of her mind. and for some reason, she felt it appropriate to let it finally see the sunlight.
once her name was called, she proceeded to the allocated space, deliberately left empty bar a high stool in the middle with a mic stand in front of it. flashing a charming smile to the cafe’s patrons, her fingers began to strum the chords to her song, a sweet tune so soft she instantly lost herself in the moment as her lips parted to sing the words composed by her heart.
oh, the moon refuse to entertain me anymore whenever i turn to it with cheeks stained by these tears and all the songs on the radio seem to be mocking me of my sorrows when i see you with another girl is this hatred that i feel for you in actuality is love? am i still calling out to you? maybe i was secretly hoping that behind that pretty dimpled smile of yours that you are missing me here too
