Post by Kyon Tae Seung on Apr 1, 2017 4:27:50 GMT
Well, not exactly locked out, per say.
It was actually pretty much the complete opposite. Both doors to a specific band room were wide open, allowing for there to be a duo blast of music to flood into the hallways with no restriction, hesitation, or shame whatsoever. The beginning of a rather popular song in the past few years filtered effortlessly into the areas bordering the room- and at an absurdly loud and seemingly bass-amplified volume and manner all the while. Those crossing and passing by the general vicinity of the fine arts classrooms would have easily heard the music streaming through, though that wouldn't have been the most shocking thing.
The most shocking thing would have been how a voice - as admittedly and truthfully pleasing to the ear as it was - overcame that volume effortlessly as it sang along to the lyrics in a powerful vibrato on occasion as the song reached its energetic heights.
"Oh, yeah, yeah...! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah...!"
"Oh, yeah, yeah...! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah...!"
"I never had much faith in love or miracles...!"
"Never wanna put my heart on the line~!"
"But swimming in your world is something spiritual..."
"I'm born again every time you spend the night~!"
As the song itself progressed onwards, so did the same voice that was singing- and in a manner that gave it an increasing intensity and power the deeper into the song that one got. From within the room that it came from would, of course, be its source and host himself as he hopped to an fro slightly as a form of warming himself up, taking a look at his reflection within the mirrors that he had personally set up himself a little while after arriving. Taeseung Kyon gave himself an amused and devilish grin in the mirrors as he sang along within the center of the cleared-out room, the normal musical equipment pushed carefully against the remaining walls. Clad within a loose and comfortable shortsleeve of a faded blue hue, as well as a pair of black sweats and black athletic shoes to go along with it, he lifted both of his hands to quickly adjust the snapback hat atop his head in such a way that the bill hung over the back of it, rather than the front like it was supposed to be.
By the time the first chorus had begun, one would have been able to see him sharply and concisely start a dance routine with an utmost devotion and charisma alike, though not without continuing to sing all the while.
It was actually pretty much the complete opposite. Both doors to a specific band room were wide open, allowing for there to be a duo blast of music to flood into the hallways with no restriction, hesitation, or shame whatsoever. The beginning of a rather popular song in the past few years filtered effortlessly into the areas bordering the room- and at an absurdly loud and seemingly bass-amplified volume and manner all the while. Those crossing and passing by the general vicinity of the fine arts classrooms would have easily heard the music streaming through, though that wouldn't have been the most shocking thing.
The most shocking thing would have been how a voice - as admittedly and truthfully pleasing to the ear as it was - overcame that volume effortlessly as it sang along to the lyrics in a powerful vibrato on occasion as the song reached its energetic heights.
"Oh, yeah, yeah...! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah...!"
"Oh, yeah, yeah...! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah...!"
"I never had much faith in love or miracles...!"
"Never wanna put my heart on the line~!"
"But swimming in your world is something spiritual..."
"I'm born again every time you spend the night~!"
As the song itself progressed onwards, so did the same voice that was singing- and in a manner that gave it an increasing intensity and power the deeper into the song that one got. From within the room that it came from would, of course, be its source and host himself as he hopped to an fro slightly as a form of warming himself up, taking a look at his reflection within the mirrors that he had personally set up himself a little while after arriving. Taeseung Kyon gave himself an amused and devilish grin in the mirrors as he sang along within the center of the cleared-out room, the normal musical equipment pushed carefully against the remaining walls. Clad within a loose and comfortable shortsleeve of a faded blue hue, as well as a pair of black sweats and black athletic shoes to go along with it, he lifted both of his hands to quickly adjust the snapback hat atop his head in such a way that the bill hung over the back of it, rather than the front like it was supposed to be.
By the time the first chorus had begun, one would have been able to see him sharply and concisely start a dance routine with an utmost devotion and charisma alike, though not without continuing to sing all the while.
@tagged ::: 431 Words ::: come one come all to interrupt the practical idol as he takes over the band rooms //shot
