#fmdbaseonline2.2

Even though he had written music for himself and had helped in the writing process of a handful of songs for CHARM, Daisuke still didn’t feel as though he could really consider himself much of an artist. He wrote lyrics, but that was just about to the extent where his artistry ran dry. However those were standards he only held himself up to. If someone said that they only wrote their lyrics but still considered themselves to be an artist, then he would accept that explanation and reasoning without questioning it. However, for himself, he wanted to master everything that came to songwriting and creating before calling himself an artist. Which was why he had asked Aidynn for his help with production. He knew that Aidynn produced quite a lot of his own music, and he enjoyed his member’s music, so it was a no brainer asking him.

it’s different, standing in the middle of the room with a camera pointed at them and lights positioned just out of frame to cast them in the most flattering shades amid the punching bags hanging to the side of them. ash hadn’t hit any bags on his first day of boxing training, but he knows without asking that production wants him to speed up the pace to keep the live interesting. he’s not qualified to teach jiah anything about boxing when he’s still learning himself, and he’s become increasingly aware of that since entering the gym, but there’s no way to back out now.

the camera’s ready, already on-air and rolling. the thing about collaborations and the handshakes that go on for the sake of gold star and bc’s bank account is simple: friendship strictly for exploitation purposes.

but this time, it’s different when the person sitting next to him’s an actual friend and their friendship becomes nothing more than the source of idol fan-wars all set for nowhere. for the sake of his own sanity, gyujeong’s eyes avoid the comments where the constant petty remarks hone in on the dynamic of knight versus origin than the content at bay. 

“so, today — i guess i can show you how to ‘bedazzle’ canvas sneakers.” his voice hits a notch higher at bedazzle, eyes wide open in a pinch of humor. “well, really — this live broadcast is just to show you how there’s customization in any pair of shoes that can be done. simple and easy.” the edge of his lips warps upwards into a half-smudged smirk, his fingers already pulling forth the line of paint and random markers scattered around.

what gyujeong wants more than anything at this moment is also simple: a damn cigarette, and the uncensored conversations that occur without the cameras. simple — just like their random first encounter back stage years ago. 

still, he can’t find resolve that easily. so, he relegates himself to a beginning salute to the cameras before turning over. “have you customized clothing before? have any ideas on what you want to achieve today?”

jaein wouldn’t say she’s bad in the kitchen. having been the eldest of four children, there were times where she had to take care of her little siblings’ meals. however, baking seems to be a completely different story, and she didn’t find the joy in it as much as some of her other group members. when alice suggested a baking live where she would teach the older member how to bake, she had no reason to say no. knowing alice’s kills, she was confident that she wouldn’t burn the kitchen down or anything. 

it felt weird having a few staff members in the middle of lucid’s dorm though at the same time, it was nice that they didn’t have to move to some other location. this way, the moment the live is finished the two of them could relax. with a clap of her hands, she nudges the younger member with her elbow as a way of asking if she’s ready. ultimately, it was up to alice to sign for the cameras to turn on since jaein was technically the student. there was nothing she needed to do at the moment. “ready?”

the pole studio the base staff have chosen to rent out for the live isn’t the one mirae usually goes to, but she takes the unfamiliarity in stride. she’d pushed hard to be able to do something involving her pole dancing hobby for one of the base videos and livestreams she’d been told she’d be scheduled to film, and while she’d been turned down for doing a pole cover in favor of a more traditional dance cover, she’d been granted the chance to teach someone, and that was enough to make her happy for now.

yuanjun liked to think he was pretty decent at this stuff. he was no master of the arts, far from, but he had always liked indulging in the ocassional art project regardless of the medium, a part of him never having moved past his love for his high school arts classes. so when tasked with doing something, anything for a livestream for the base online platform, fucking around with clay on camera had been a welcome opportunity. how exactly ash had gotten roped into it he couldn’t remember but here they were, situated behind two pottery wheels trying their best hand at making flower vases.

summary: there’s silly questions given, then there’s one question that drives deep into minjung’s psyche. whether she gives advice to a fan or is giving advice to herself, she can’t tell — it’s all a learning process, she supposes. warnings: none wc: 747