no way.
@idgun // working on a song release from UPR at his studio.Â
the song is good. she knew it as she was penning it for the show. introduce yourself, demonstrate your style. she’s aware (she lived through) the many hype track verses that were upbeat, powerful, strong. but june’s style has never really been the in your face, loud and brash type. she takes after her father in that way, a restrained and lyrical flow that could be described as “chillhop” were one so inclined. so stepping onto stage with that first unpolished verse had been nothing short of terrifying, frightening. she’d held it together though. people knew, in general, that her parents had disapproved of her pursuing music, despite their own involvement in the industry. but this is the first time she’s really put it out there, the first time she’s really engaged the topic publicly. and she’s done so on television, raw and honest and frightening. she’s too sensitive for this industry, her father had said that once, and maybe he was right.Â
but when kjh approached her about the feedback to the verse and the desire to expand it into a full track, she’d been over the moon. the chance to round out the track with something a little more meaningful, a little more structured, the opportunity to build it up for release- even if it was just a digital single with no promise of a video, god, that was everything, wasn’t it? the first time a song of hers, her own, only for her and only about her would have the chance to reach the public. it was enough to make her giddy, her heart pounding and fluttering in her chest until she was sure the delicate organ had bruised itself irreparably against the cage of her ribs.Â
and then, as if a cruel joke, they told her who would be working with her on the song. who would be producing it. it makes sense in terms of attention- a track with just juniper won’t do much, especially unpromoted. a track with juniper and the ever-soaring atlas’ gun? that’s another story. what about milo, she’d asked, me and milo work great together. but milo was busy with dancing9, and gun wasn’t doing shit but his radio shows, and anyway gun’s style matched hers better, would add a bit more anger, which she needed lest she seem to melancholic. she and milo together would just make people sad.Â
they’re not wrong about any of it, not really. but it’s been awhile since she and gun have hung out. awhile since they’ve really talked much. since, frankly speaking pardon her french, they’ve fucked. she bites at her lowerlip to hide a smirk when she sees him, steps into his studio and grins. “you’re letting me in the studio still? not making us meet at one of the kjh ones?” the suppressed smirk fails to hide now, spreading slow and amused over rounded features, too youthful for the image she’d like to present. “i’ve sent the track over, did you get it?” she questions, collapsing onto the chair beside him, rubbing a hand under her eye as she peels off the face mask, a pathetic attempt at obscuring the exhaustion written on her features.Â









