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MUSIC OF VOICE.

jang mi’s inspiration to becoming a vocalist was merely from his love for rock music, specifically the japanese variety. though many of his friends does say that’s awfully cringy for him to say that, he doesn’t really care what they think. he loves the powerful voices and orchestration of the instruments.

sure, he can’t handle a guitar or a set of drums to save himself  ---  but his singing is decent enough to not break the glass around him. jang mi has a long way until he can officially make a band for the public, but he will do whatever he can do practice and reach peek perfection. (  without cheating by using his demonic powers, of course.  )

his favorite bands/artists are:

one ok ro.ck

syp.air

my first st.ory

TK

   ━  “ FUCK, FUCK! FUUCKK— “ were the exact, anger-filled words that came out of craig tucker’s mouth, the noirette pulling at the ends of his hat as a sense of solitude. he never got THIS frusterated, what was the reason for this this time around? 

that is when he feels an arm casually swing around his thin shoulders, to which craig abruptly let go of the poofballs at the end of his chullo—face growing blank. who the fuck–oh, it was just the new kid. jesus, what was his name…

“ jang mi? “ he turns his head so that he can face the devil, lips pursing into a thin line of confusion as to why the new kid found it any of his business to ask. then again, craig was the one yelling profanities in the park. “ yeah, issues that you don’t need to worry about. "

          he could only scoff at that statement. has tucker not realized where he was at  ??  considering that he was swearing more than he breathed; with parents and young kids within an earshot to hear tucker loud and clearly. jang mi shrugged before pulling the other closer, a few pats on the chest with his free hand.  ❝ look  ---  i get it. we all got our own secrets and problems. (  even someone like me.  )  but you can't be letting out your anger out in public like this. what say you and come with me to  ...  i 'unno  ??  freeman's tacos or tweeks' bros. coffee  ??  your choice and my treat. ❞

[text] What’s so freaky about three guys having a circle jerk? You should see my browser history.

text to me, you cowards.   //  @kenny-lance

text to me,  you cowards.  //  @lonecosmos

             a familiar crown sat upon his head, wrapped around his pitch black locks. it shone  ...

                                     SHINING,                                      GLEAMING                                                                                                        and                                     GLISTENING

in a such dazzling light;  a type of light that wasn't suited for someone of his caliber. the devil sighed as every step he took made the obvious noise, it was as if he was SEEKING for something. but the former KING could not give orders with ease as of the past. he was never a pretender   &&.   a make believer. (  at least not like the kids here were.  )

there were a numerous amount of eyes;  staring at him as if he had lost his mind. did he care  ??  not really, he honestly loved the attention. considering that he had not had any fun this entire week, why not try his luck  ??  see how far he can push.

the KING cleared his throat for the other's attention, (  look at me, look at me, look at ME damn it  !!  ) and spoke in a gruff tone.