A Brand New Breeze
Description
"Winning something isn't easy. But when you have the right mindset to do it, it'll all be just like a walk in the park."
"I am Hwang Sora. I am a professional. You rookies don't have the rights to judge me."
"Clear you mind, hum the tune, read the lyrics and visualize what you read. You will see your mistake that way."
"You.....What is exactly your purpose in writing songs? What made you become a composer instead of other things?"
"Break that cold exterior of yours, will ya'? You look better when you smile!"
"I love singing your songs. It made me happy for some reason."
"Hm? You just indirectly said that i'm the best at singing your songs."
"Forever and always."
Foreword
Hwang Sora (You/OC)
EXO
"These songs.....these lyrics.....there seems to be something missing." Someone mumbled.
Sora opened her eyes wide. Her eyes then scan through the room to search for the culprit who just said those words. After a few seconds, her eyes darted on a masculine figure standing by her desk, holding onto something that may or may not get him killed.
She ran and quickly snatched her personal song journal away from him. "You.....has anyone ever taught you to show respect to other's privacy?" She spat. One of her hands was balled into a fist while the other was holding tightly onto that journal of hers, as if it was the end of the world.
He gasped, realizing what he just did. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" He defended. Sora furrowed her eyebrows, not believeng his words. Deep deep down in her heart she actually believed his words. But she was too furious to believe anything that he said.
"Out." She gritted. "I-I'm really sorry! I promise not to do that again!" He blurted.
"Hell yeah you won't! Now OUT!" She raised her voice. Loud. Maybe little too loud for him.
He whimpered and clamped both of his hands on each side of his head, covering his ear and walked out of the room.
After a few seconds (that seemed like hours to Sora) of zoning out, she walked towards the door and harshly closed the door. Not letting anyone in. She slipped down her sofa and stared blankly at her personal song journal.
"There seems to be something missing."
"Something missing."
"Missing."
She slowly turned her gaze at her door and thought, Missing? What could it be? Those songs were made on my golden days as a champion in competitions!
Just know that english isn't my first language, ok? hehe. Anyways, comments and subscribers would be very much appreciated!
Oh, and this is also my first fic ever, so please be kind~
Credits to picture owners.
-imapandaxo
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