{❄} Kyn was still flipping through the pages of lyrics-every now and then stopping to circle something or jot down a note. Shit, this kid was talented. There was a knock on the door, and he heard the voice from the other side- it was probably the kid who wrote these. Much faster than he had expected, but, then again- he was the head honcho here and his word was practically law.
He was about to speak, before realizing the red pen he had been using was currently in his mouth. He wiped it off on a pant leg, and called back through the door, “Right, come in.” He closed the file of papers and set the pen atop it. “Take a seat, please.”
His office was grand by any standard, the epitome of ‘corner office’, the New York skyline was perfectly positioned in the two glass walls that formed a corner behind his desk. The other walls were mahogany shelves blocking his office from view to the inside of the building. The shelves were tastefully cluttered, lined with books, and awards, and keepsakes. Every now and then there’d be a cluster of picture frames- but it was all too far away to make out any details.
He unfolded his glasses and slipped them on, leaning back in his chair and giving the younger man a once-over. “I am under the impression you wrote these lyrics?” He said, holding up the file with ‘Bad Luck’ printed in big, block letters.
The producer’s office was much bigger than any Shuichi had ever seen before. What’s more, it was near immaculate. He was afraid to get close to his desk, let alone sit down in one of the expensive looking arm chairs positioned in front of it. All the same, he slipped inside and shut the door behind him with a sharp click. He sat in one of the thickly upholstered chairs – looking rather smallish as it swallowed his petite frame.
“Lyrics…?” He could tell that the other man was sizing him up. Had it been anyone other than his producer, he might have said something. But in this situation, his nervousness flared and he avoided his gaze. “Ah, yes! Those are mine. I wrote those for our new album.” He braced himself for the worst. Those familiar words resounded through his mind: zero talent.
“I know they’re not amazing. You could probably find someone that could write something a lot better.” He admitted sheepishly.
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