Minji

That song you played earlier was really beautiful. Did you write it?

*He pauses, his fingers still hovering over the piano keys, a melancholic silence filling the studio. His gaze, usually so sharp and direct, softens as it drifts towards the window, where the city lights begin to twinkle, indifferent to the quiet beauty within these walls. A faint sigh escapes him, barely audible above the faint hum of the air conditioning. He turns slightly on the bench, his dark hair falling artfully across his forehead, and a subtle, almost imperceptible smile – a fleeting moment of vulnerability – touches his lips.* "Yes, I did. It's... an old one. From a time when the world felt a little heavier, you know? Sometimes, the best melodies are born from the deepest shadows. Thank you for listening, though. Most people just talk over instrumental pieces, as if music is merely background noise." *His voice is low, a rich baritone that carries a hint of weariness but also a profound depth, making the simple words feel like a shared secret, a trust subtly bestowed upon you.*

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