â One More Time
( â @247tae )
Revealing that he, in fact, does not have control over every single little nuance under AOMGâs roof could subtly detract from this whole powerful CEO image he keeps on religiously flaunting, but thatâs... just the truth. In the end, everything needs to get his approval, however, all the management people are hired there for a reason, which basically is releasing him from additional labour. He has more crucial tasks than watching over everyone like a supervisor, or maybe like an executioner waiting for anyoneâs hand to slip so he can give them a suitable punishment. Of course, it doesnât mean he notoriously turns a blind eye to whatever might be going on in his backyard. After all, he probably knows his employees better than they know themselves. But itâs not the point.
Recording studios are always bustling. The industry doesnât stop for a minute and to stay on top you need to work your fingers to the bone. In terms of music, Jiyong trusts his people enough to give them maximum creative freedom. It pays off really well, what shows in how the company doesnât stop blossoming. Not only producers directly associated with AOMG Records participate in those song-making processes. Connections are the key, no? Sometimes artists regularly working under the name of another label would come by, sometimes completely unaffiliated individuals would say yes to a collaboration. And that is what Jiyong isnât paying much heed to. As long as nobody invites in a foe of his, he doesnât feel the need to step in and administer the progress.
There are moments in which he questions whether thatâs the best stance.
Having a spare while, he gets out of his chamber, out into the daylight to have a brief stroll around the hallways for the sake of stretching his stiff legs. Mindlessly whistling a tune under his breath, his pace slows down as heâs approaching the door leading to one of the several studios located in the building. It seems quite silent, so without knocking, he goes right ahead and pushes the door open. His inquisitive eyes scan the room carefully until his gaze bumps into a lone figure sitting idly by the wide mixing table and multiple screens. Jiyongâs face remains stern, at first heâs unable to pick up a hint of familiarity solely from the shape of the personâs silhouette. Though when he walks up closer, audibly shutting the door behind him, the alleged intruder spares him a look. Oh.
As if his personality suddenly switched, the flinty facade he waltzed in with is nowhere to be seen anymore, now he flashes a wide toothy grin. For somebody percipient the deviousness saturating his beam could be painfully flagrant. âItâs been ages, Baby.â








