Korean Music Discussion - Page 2596

The Girls' Generation were in some press conference in an airport. I was sitting in a long bench far away enough to see the crowd, but not close enough to hear what they are saying. I was by myself because I need to concentrate on writing my music didn't want to be disturbed by the huge crowd of many photographers taking pictures and reporters.

After about 5 minutes, I noticed one man was standing behind me watching the press conference. He had jackets, hats, and sunglasses, so I assumed he was probably another idol/celebrity. After another 5 minutes or so, the press conference ended, and the crowd started to disperse, and some were walking in my direction. I was still concentrating on writing my music while the man sat down on my bench (It was a 4 person bench, and we were on the opposite sides). I wasn't interested in who he was until I heard the name "Kim Tae Yeon".

I looked up, and there she was, walking toward my bench and smiling and waving at the man. I was thinking to myself, what should I do? Should I act like a stranger or should I greet her? I decided to act like someone who didn't know who she was because I was afraid they would leave. When she got close enough, we exchanged eye contact with a smile and a nod. To my surprised, she sat down on my bench next to the man.

The bench now looks like
Man - Taeyeon - empty - me

At this point, all the effort to concentrate on my own work had disappeared. All I could think about is "kim tae yeon". As I continue to pretend to do work, I was trying hard to eavesdrop their conversation. Unfortunately, they talk too fast for me to understand their Korean. Because of my lost in concentration, my pencil rolled off to the ground. Instinctively, I put aside my music papers and my laptop to the empty seat on the bench and picked up my pencil. At that point, but the man and her looked at my with an interesting expression on their faces.

As it turned out, when I put my laptop aside, the earphone plug was pulled off, and it was playing the music I was composing. They had interesting expressions on their faces because they were interested in the music, and Taeyeon took the sheet music and looked at it. Their conversation earlier was about what music would Taeyeon like to sing for her solo single. I didn't know how to describe the music to her in Korean, so I sat next to her at the previously empty spot and sang the song to her. She learned the song really fast, and she was able to sing it back to me with her own changes. We continued polishing the music by singing to each other our suggestions. Here I was, close enough to smell her fragrance, to see every expression on her face, and completely immersed in her charming voice that added life to the music I created.

After we agreed upon the final version of the song, she sang it to me one last time. I closed my eyes to enjoy the amazing experience of having my own song sang by Taeyeon. When she finished singing, she kissed me on my cheek and said, "Thank you." in a shy voice.

In the dream, I physically saw the notes on the music staffs. I think I still remember bits and pieces of the music "I composed in the dream". I hope to regain the memory and finish the song and maybe someone (possibly her) might end up singing it!

Share a cup of coffee...


Get drunk at the club...


Then one thing leads to another...

The Korean Music Discusssion was business as usual.
I was sitting hunkered over my laptop reeking of Nacho Cheesier Doritos and Funyuns.
Despite it being noon the room was pitch black save for what was in range of the laptop
monitor's radiation. I concentrating on right clicking everything I could get my cursor on.
After about five minutes, I noticed a glowing mass made its way onto my mass, I ignored it presuming
it to be just another run of the mill hallucination.
After another five minutes, a sharp, cold pain, the mass was biting me.
From its biting I felt alien words filtering into my mind. "Post. Me. Post. Me. Post all of me."

I stirred awake from this dream, twelve gifs had appeared in my task folder and another being wittled
at on my photoediting software.












An inkling of confusion as to where these gifs had come from, but the train
of thought was quickly overtaken by a blackout.

I was in the dark room once more. The glowing mass still on my lap, larger than I was previously. "What are you?" I asked.
It bit my arm "Post me, post me now."

My eyes opened again. Gifs, more gifs. They were spreading and even making subfolders






More, there were more gifs. Where? How? Why





I felt panic and the I started to recollect my dream.
This prompted another black out.

Fear was gripping my chest, but its grasp was nowhere near as chilling and agonizing as this creature. I mustered out, "What is this? What do you want from me?"
Weird noises emitted from it, was it laughing?
"You're happening for real, I see pieces of you on my hard drive in the real world!"
It bit my neck and through the wound "You must post me!"

My vision blurry, my mind muddled, my body aching from being slumped in terrible positions. There were so many gifs now.




From where? How?





















With a will of its own, my hand gripped my mouse and started to click and drag each gif onto the internets.
I struggled, fighting desperately for control, going so far as to strike my hand with my forehead.
To no avail and to another black out.

What was once a darkened room was a dense pale light. I could feel it all around me, it caused my insides to churn, revulsion attempted to crawl out from clenched teeth.
"Yes, excellent. Post me. You're going so well. So very well. I appreciate hard workers"
I felt something terrible, I was being engulfed, but not as if I had fallen the maw of a huge beast something fouler.
It kissed me, all of me, to my very bones.
"Thank you," in a saccharine voice.


I am now awake again, at least I hope that I am.
I can't say that I know for certain what I experienced or what it was that was haunting my slumber.
But, I think that it must have been the embodiment of all the melted phones and illequiped systems from the past, present, and future, and all the spikes in data plans.

I would hate to own a concert hall, for fear of seeing this.

This is what I would see last in the world before my hall was laid to waste by waves of charisma and Shinsadong's beats and loops.
Damn I miss Roly Poly.

You stop that this instant! Soyeon does not approve of this!

It's savage and ends with broken idols.


Or makes broken idols even more broken.

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