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“So, here’s our proposal for the line distribution. I will give it to you now, so you can take a look at it and think about any changes you would like to make. “ Mr. Park, middle aged short guy in glasses, the main music supervisor and a producer extraordinaire, extended his hand in which he was holding several sheets of paper towards a group of eager looking girls. Their eyes all followed the paper with huge interest visible in their expressions. Mr. Park walked closer to their tall leader and handed her the notes, which she took with a barely noticeable ‘thank you’, as the second her fingertips touched the paper, all hell broke loose.
Two of the girls automatically took several steps back as the other four ambushed the poor leader to take a look at the suggested line distribution. Mr. Park laughed awkwardly as he left the studio, letting the girls resolve the thing on their own.
“Hey! Calm down, everyone! Sua, could you help Yoohyeon get back on her feet, please?“ Jiu asked as she herself couldn’t really move due to Siyeon clinging to one of her arms and Gahyeon coming from the other side as soon as Sua let go to help the tallest girl who was whining on the ground, rubbing her freshly bruised butt.
“What a mess, as expected of us,” Dami said calmly, looking at Handong.
“After all these years, one would say they would start sending these in pdf, right? Or at least get us more than just one copy,” Handong replied in a similarly detached manner and Dami just sighed, as she walked to the restricted leader and casually took the now crumbled paper sheets out of her hand.
“Hey!” echoed from several sources at the same time, but before everyone managed to collect themselves (especially Yoohyeon who was still a bit sore and kept glaring at Sua for shoving her in the first place, but Sua didn’t seem to care as she had helped Yoohyeon get back up and it wasn’t her fault the clutz managed to trip over her own feet), Dami had all of the sheets spread on the table, so everyone could more or less see what was written on it.
“Ooh, I get the last part of the bridge, that’s so cool!” Gahyeon rejoiced as she skimmed through the one of the title song. “Yoohyeon unnie has a lot of lines. Jiu unnie too! Wow, awesome.”
While the maknae was excitedly mumbling about the suggested lines for everyone, the unnies of the group took a slightly more critical approach. “When I heard the song, I immediately thought this line should be Dami’s, not mine,” Sua said in a serious tone, her finger running under the words. She looked up at Dami, who was once again maintaining a safe distance, even though the fight seemed to be over.
Dami just shrugged. “Sure, let’s try it both ways and see which one of us fits it better.”
“I feel like my part in the second chorus should go to Dongie. Dong-ah, what do you think?” Jiu asked.
“What? The chorus?” Handong squeezed herself between Jiu and Siyeon to take a closer look.
“I think it’s a great idea, the fans missed you, they’ll be glad to see more of you,” Siyeon said with a smile.
“Yeah, but the chorus?” Handong hesitated, looking at the other girls. “I have never sung a chorus in our title before.”
“What if you split it? Jiu can keep the first part here, you get the second part here and then Siyeon takes the rest as suggested,” Sua proposed, pointing at the respective lines.
Handong smiled. “Alright then. We can try it, see if it works.”
“Yay, this is so exciting!” Gahyeon cheered and clapped her hands. “Can’t wait, seriously!”
The girls all looked at each other with bright smiles on their faces. “Let’s make some awesome music, shall we?”