and another update o.o
and here.. is part 2?? o_o just to let you know.. >.> this fic won't JUST show Changmin's side of things. I'm just getting his base all nice and finished.. polished.. whatever. ._. enjoy~
Title: The Time After
Pairings: none yet
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Author: shinyasangel
Summary: Trying to get a deal can be harder than it seems..
Past Part(s): Prologue | Part 1 : Only Me.
-- On Your Feet Again.
Come on, now.
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
What had he been thinking? Not only had he been out of the music business for two years, but he had broken a contract. No one would even look at him. Changmin sighed, sipping his vodka and tonic, eyes glazing over the well-to-do bar. Business men of every kind sat at tables, talking business in hushed tones. Some joined him at the bar, drinking away the stress of another day.
He watched the clear liquid swirl around in the glass, ice cube hitting up against the glass, as he rotated it. Taking another sip, it still never ceased to amaze him how easy the drink could go down. If only other things were as easy to swallow.
“Mr. Shim, I presume?” a man’s voice came from behind him. Turning on his bar stool, he let his fingers gracefully keep hold of the glass, eyes studying the older man in front of him.
“You are correct,” he responded with a polite half-smile, reaching out with his free hand to grasp the other’s in a firm handshake. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Choi.” He chose to ignore the business man’s studying, appraising gaze, the smile remaining on his face. Charm was the key.
Mr. Choi smiled in return, releasing his hand slowly. “Should we move to a table?” a request that sounded more like an order. Business etiquette never ceased to amaze Changmin as he nodded, uncrossing his long limbs and motioning to the bartender that he was moving to a table, and to send his bill there.
Moving to a booth, the two men sat opposite each other. Changmin ordered another while the man across from him ordered a scotch mist. Drinks placed in front of them, the conversation finally began.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Mr. Shim..” the older man sighed, taking a long sip of his drink. “At the moment, you don’t seem like the ideal person to sign onto any label.” His tone was dry, businesslike, honest, and to the point. “You were a member of some boy band two years ago. Since that break up you haven’t released one song. And then you go and break off a contract with one of the most powerful record labels in the country.” Another sigh. “That’s not a very good base.”
It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard this all before. He had heard it so much in the past two months that he could almost mouth along with the words coming out of Mr. Choi’s mouth. “I understand that, Mr. Choi-”
“However, I admire your backbone.” Those words caught Changmin off guard; if he hadn’t had better control over himself his jaw would have dropped. “That doesn’t change that you have almost nothing going for you.”
His drink was forgotten, his eyes fixed on the businessman in front of him. Nodding numbly, his fingers ran along the smooth glass.
“You’re a very attractive young man.” Mr. Choi’s eyes took on an almost hungry look as he looked at the desperate young man, taking another slow sip of his drink. “Intelligent too. So I’m sure you’ll know a good deal when you hear one.”
Ignoring the warnings blaring in his head, Changmin nodded. “Do you have a deal for me, Mr. Choi?” he asked softly, meeting the other’s eyes as he took a sip of his recently remembered drink.
Reaching into his pocket, the older man slid a key card across the table, a sly grin on his features. Changmin picked it up and looked at it with slight disbelief. On the back was scrawled a room number. Mind whirling, he looked at Mr. Choi for an answer to his unspoken question. ‘What was this about?’
Finishing his drink, Mr. Choi raised his hand for a check. “Be there at eight o’ clock tonight. I know you want to be signed. You’re a smart boy..” The check for his drink arrived and he started pulling bills out of his leather wallet. “If you want a contract, you’ll be there. Show me that strong backbone I admire.” He dropped the bills on the table casually, sliding out of the booth and leaving the bar.
Disbelief was written all over his face as he fingered the plastic card. He downed the rest of his drink, ordering another as he gazed at the menacing keycard. ‘No matter what.’ That had been his decision. His stomach churned as he downed almost all of his third drink at once.
No. Matter. What.
Paying for his drinks, he numbly walked out of the bar, slipping the hotel keycard in his back pocket as he waited for his taxi.
No. Matter. What.
Title: The Time After
Pairings: none yet
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Author: shinyasangel
Summary: Trying to get a deal can be harder than it seems..
Past Part(s): Prologue | Part 1 : Only Me.
-- On Your Feet Again.
Come on, now.
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
What had he been thinking? Not only had he been out of the music business for two years, but he had broken a contract. No one would even look at him. Changmin sighed, sipping his vodka and tonic, eyes glazing over the well-to-do bar. Business men of every kind sat at tables, talking business in hushed tones. Some joined him at the bar, drinking away the stress of another day.
He watched the clear liquid swirl around in the glass, ice cube hitting up against the glass, as he rotated it. Taking another sip, it still never ceased to amaze him how easy the drink could go down. If only other things were as easy to swallow.
“Mr. Shim, I presume?” a man’s voice came from behind him. Turning on his bar stool, he let his fingers gracefully keep hold of the glass, eyes studying the older man in front of him.
“You are correct,” he responded with a polite half-smile, reaching out with his free hand to grasp the other’s in a firm handshake. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Choi.” He chose to ignore the business man’s studying, appraising gaze, the smile remaining on his face. Charm was the key.
Mr. Choi smiled in return, releasing his hand slowly. “Should we move to a table?” a request that sounded more like an order. Business etiquette never ceased to amaze Changmin as he nodded, uncrossing his long limbs and motioning to the bartender that he was moving to a table, and to send his bill there.
Moving to a booth, the two men sat opposite each other. Changmin ordered another while the man across from him ordered a scotch mist. Drinks placed in front of them, the conversation finally began.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Mr. Shim..” the older man sighed, taking a long sip of his drink. “At the moment, you don’t seem like the ideal person to sign onto any label.” His tone was dry, businesslike, honest, and to the point. “You were a member of some boy band two years ago. Since that break up you haven’t released one song. And then you go and break off a contract with one of the most powerful record labels in the country.” Another sigh. “That’s not a very good base.”
It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard this all before. He had heard it so much in the past two months that he could almost mouth along with the words coming out of Mr. Choi’s mouth. “I understand that, Mr. Choi-”
“However, I admire your backbone.” Those words caught Changmin off guard; if he hadn’t had better control over himself his jaw would have dropped. “That doesn’t change that you have almost nothing going for you.”
His drink was forgotten, his eyes fixed on the businessman in front of him. Nodding numbly, his fingers ran along the smooth glass.
“You’re a very attractive young man.” Mr. Choi’s eyes took on an almost hungry look as he looked at the desperate young man, taking another slow sip of his drink. “Intelligent too. So I’m sure you’ll know a good deal when you hear one.”
Ignoring the warnings blaring in his head, Changmin nodded. “Do you have a deal for me, Mr. Choi?” he asked softly, meeting the other’s eyes as he took a sip of his recently remembered drink.
Reaching into his pocket, the older man slid a key card across the table, a sly grin on his features. Changmin picked it up and looked at it with slight disbelief. On the back was scrawled a room number. Mind whirling, he looked at Mr. Choi for an answer to his unspoken question. ‘What was this about?’
Finishing his drink, Mr. Choi raised his hand for a check. “Be there at eight o’ clock tonight. I know you want to be signed. You’re a smart boy..” The check for his drink arrived and he started pulling bills out of his leather wallet. “If you want a contract, you’ll be there. Show me that strong backbone I admire.” He dropped the bills on the table casually, sliding out of the booth and leaving the bar.
Disbelief was written all over his face as he fingered the plastic card. He downed the rest of his drink, ordering another as he gazed at the menacing keycard. ‘No matter what.’ That had been his decision. His stomach churned as he downed almost all of his third drink at once.
No. Matter. What.
Paying for his drinks, he numbly walked out of the bar, slipping the hotel keycard in his back pocket as he waited for his taxi.
No. Matter. What.