fingers danced on the soundboard's table, mind and thoughts are as completely quiet as the empty studio he sits in. he was stuck. he didn’t want to admit it, was way too prideful in himself to admit it, but he was stuck and he needed all the help he could get.
dark hues flickered to the analog clock hung on the wall and it seems as though not a single hand had been moved since he had last checked. a soft, yet agitated, groan escapes his mouth and his head is thrown back in nothing else but displeasure.
he was lost on where to go with this piece. he’s been in this spot before, way too many times, it should have been familiar by now, yet he still found it so tedious and aggravating. this wasn’t catchy enough, the transitions between verses weren’t smooth enough, the emotion didn’t match the lyrics enough, it wasn’t good enough. whether to up the tempo and completely change the style of the song or whether to completely trash it and start over were his choices. hyunwoo was never easily satisfied, always craved more, always desired to only make the best, only believed in the finest. hyunwoo never the type to do half-assed jobs and he wasn’t gonna start doing them now.
he couldn’t choose. it was missing too many things.
but the debate ends when the sound of the door creaking open and a voice brings him out from his stir, eyelashes fluttering rapidly with his blinks as he does his best to conceal the fact that he had completely zoned out for the last few minutes. a glance to the side confirms a familiarity along with a bout of confusion.