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I was chilling in the café across the street, editing the footage the manager of an 8 member boy band had sent me the day before. I leaned back in my comfy chair and sipped my coffee, looking at the screen, brainstorming.
I looked out in the glass windows at the view of Seoul's streets as the classy music drilled into my ears, louder than construction working. I sighed.
Suddenly, the idea popped into my head. I leaned forward, put down the coffee cup, and slammed my hands into the keyboard, madly trying to capture the idea into my computer.
After about 3 and 1/2 hours of working on the layout and transitions of the photos, I finally leaned back once more. Not caring about my freezing, bitter coffee, I sipped it, cruising through all my work, I slapped the •Send• button, and slam my screen down. A smile forms on my face. It's over for a whole week before the deadline.
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𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓰.
The door bells jingle and I look up. A man walks in. Rich purple hair. Eyes doe-like. Skin baby like. Top notch fashion sense.
