january 12th, 2019: convexās rap unit performing āah yeahā at samsungās new year special.
strangely, he almost misses dancing.
theyāve performedĀ āah yeahā before, but being a unit track and thus not promoted, itās been a while since heās stood on a stage and ambled through the songās barely existent choreography. with their parts largely in blocks, heās due to spend a lot of his time standing around listening to the talent flowing from his group matesā entire beings and whilst seungcheol has absolutely no problem with that ( he truly, deeply adores it; heād listen to each and every memberās voice for hours if he didnāt feel like thatās actually kind of weird to admit ), he canāt help but worry viewers might think heās a little awkward like this. sure, heās always stood around when doing duets with friends, because until sphere and then convex, seungcheol never even bat an eyelashĀ at dancing, but all the times heād done performances like this before, it hadnāt been so pressuring. take his duet with jihoon at the spring festival a couple years back, for exampleā seungcheol is always so drunk on affection for his best friend that he effortlessly moves around him in such a way that can only be natural. here, whilst he follows the choreography set out to them, he bounces around in a way that feels to him a little empty.Ā
maybe heās just used to the fast-paced movements ofĀ āmansaeā that when he gets chance to relax a little, things feel off. the same could be said about their trip here, about the past month. since promotions had ended and theyād had a little time to relax, seungcheol felt uncomfortable. ( maybe heās just picking up jihoonās workaholic tendencies, though he hopes not. heās trying to slowly erase them from jihoon, not soak them up himself. )Ā
regardless, thereās not much he can do besides try to make himself look as professional yet as comfortable as possible. it isnāt difficult to do so in his expressions, an effortless grin stretching his lips at the reality around him. he could barely believe sometimes that heās really hereĀ ā not jeju specifically, but here in convex. surrounded by so much talent, itās a mystery how he fits into the equation and some cold, lonely nights, he wonders what heāll wake up to. if this will all be a dream when he opens his eyes in the morning. it never is, but he still worries. he wouldnāt be him if he didnāt.Ā
his verse is pretty early on. from then, he waits for his smaller lines here and there, joins in the group parts quietly as not to overpower anyone else. truthfully, even though he had only known sehun prior to convexās creation, he has grown to love the chemistry of their unit. the hard times heād had opening up to rome and yien still bit him sometimes, but as performers, he couldnāt deny that they meshed together well. sehun certainly acted as a much needed wildcard to their mostly calm group. ( sometimes seungcheol forgets that heās fourth youngest overall; he doesnāt really feelĀ like heās anywhere near the maknae line, but maybe thatās because he feels the weight of the world on his shoulders as if heās facing retirement ā as if heās been doing so for ten times the years he has. )Ā
this is proof of this. that they can come together after a couple months and perform this song for an audience as if itās their hundredth and not nowhere even nearĀ double figures. perhaps if anyoneās not seen them rap this before, theyād even think there wasnāt any choreography besides the chorus, the way they move around each other that natural even if seungcheolās movements himself are still a little stiff. itās not that he doesnāt know where to go, what to do, but more that heās restless, unsure of his own stage presence after so many knock backs. heās boring, heās just a fillerĀ member, but maybeĀ āah yeahā and its four members is his perfect time to shine.Ā
with an extra dose of courage in his step, he finishes each chorus.Ā
Iām turnt up Iām super turnt up
truthfully, he still doesnāt know what that means, but he feels adrenaline pump through him as he finally rounds off the song.Ā
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october overall feels kind of like that strange state between awake and asleep, late at night after practice when exhaustion has well and truly seeped into his muscles but his eyes just wonāt close. having had time off last month for chuseok and as a reward for their hard work, seungcheol expected this month to be a hectic rush to scramble together plans and the last of a semblance of organisation in their pre-debut lives. in a way, it is, practices stressing the little details he still hasnāt nailed ahead of their first public performance as debutedĀ idols. it is in the way he canāt sleep without waking up too many times to count in the week leading up to the showcase. it is in the concerned glances he keeps getting from other members and staff as he continues to stutter his way through sentences.Ā
blink and youād miss the way the month flies by, leaving seungcheol trapped in his own head the night before the showcase despite having gone to the lotte world halloween celebrations in an attempt to tire himself out so much that even his wandering thoughts canāt keep him awake. it seems it doesnāt matter what he does, he canāt shake the nerves that tomorrow heāll wake up and heāll go to the press conference, the styling, the actual showcaseĀ and he wonāt be choi seungcheol anymore ā heāll be a debuted idol, a member of convex.Ā
when he does wake up the next morning, a little groggy from lack of sleep ( though he imagines everyone is, because if youāre not worried about all this then youāre probably too excitedĀ to sleep instead ), he thinks thereās no possible way five oāclock could come any slower. their morning preparations feel like theyāll never end, though his comfortable turtleneck and blazer combo are a good choice for the tightness in his throat as he spots the table for the press conference through the curtains. there are more reporters than he can count on both hands and feet, but he supposes they are a sphereĀ group and itās been a hot minute since sphere debuted a brand new group. with luxe just debuting earlier this year, too, and a kt group coming at some point as well, he supposes thereās a certain attraction to all the new ācompetitionā between the top tier companiesā new generation idols. personally, he doesnāt understand it, but if it helps both groups get the attention they deserve, he wonāt complain.Ā
itās not exactly like how they practised last month. cameras distract his attention with each flash and click and he doesnāt recognise a single journalist in the way he recognised the stern curves of their coachesā eyes and taut, emotionless lips. he doesnāt want to say anything, knowing that all thatās going to come out is a stumbled mess of mismatch syllables but he knows, too, that saying nothing is just as bad. heād rather chance that people find his nerves admirable or endearing over thinking heās rude or cold. orĀ worse, ungrateful. so he answers one question about how excited but nervousĀ they are, smiles so wide that his dimples dip into his cheeks and his long eyelashes flutter. he messes up almost every other word but he gets it out in the end and the stars in jihoonās eyes down the table are enough to know he did well, all things considered. he swears to himself to answer more at their future comeback showcase, to try hard to answer smaller questions in the many interviews and shows theyāll take part in in the coming months to promote this debut, and that satisfies him for now. as much as he imagines the company might complain, he works best with baby steps, and perhaps with a group so large, it will go a little more unnoticed that seungcheol says so little at first. at all, itās hard even for the chattier members to get a word in edgeways when the chattiestĀ get going.Ā
theyāre hidden behind closed doors for an hour after that, plenty of time for his heart to come down to its regular pace just in time to speed back up again as staff begin warning them of how much time is left to go. some say it with an urgency to their voice, clipboards in hand and headsets over their ears, the stress of everything going perfectlyĀ clearly spiking their blood pressure. but the stylists, those who donāt have trivial things like the brightness of the stage lights and whether or not the mics will work when the vocal team perform the first song of the night to worry about, their voices are full of wonder. wonder and enthusiasm and all the things he should be feeling know that his dream is only twenty-eight minutes away but instead, his stomach is filled with angry butterflies, desperate to escape their cage. heās probably going to sweat off all his makeup before he even goes out on stage, but he lets the stylist continue covering the pimple on his chin diligently, quietly, because itās safer to feign not knowing his fate should it hit him before the stress finishes him off.Ā
donāt get him wrong, though, he is excited ā unbelievably so under all the pressure, but thatās just it. thereās so much riding on this hour and a half of his life, such a minuscule amount of time in his long, healthy lifespan, that itās hard to enjoy it really. he knows he will once itās over. he knows heāll look out on the crowd once theyāre doing their final introductions and goodbyes ( for now ) and heāll feel immense pride and joy and everything in between because then all the scary parts are over. then, heās made it. maybe not quite made it, but heās gotten this far; heās passed the worst of it. first impressions are important and it wonāt matter if heās perfect for the rest of the promotion cycle; he has to be perfect now.Ā
( he has to be perfect all the time, as per the woes of the idol life, but now especially. at least, it feels that way in the heat of the moment. )Ā
he takes a deep breath, gulps down a mouthful of the water bottle thrust towards him in the crowd of members backstage. this is it, and he can hear the roar of a lively audience as the first vcr clip plays.Ā
itās strange hearing familiar voices boomed out over the arena, and then moments later in the room around him. itās strange hearing familiar names called out to prepare to enter the stage once the arena stereos fade to a dramatic silence. a familiar song, familiar vocals, everything feels so close yet so far. he knows all these people, knew these songs before anyone else out there in the audience did, yet he feels disconnected from it all, like he isnāt really here living it ā like this is some kind of dream. itās as if all his friends, new and old, are debuting around him and heās a bystander, watching it all unfold, but heās not. heās part of thisĀ and heās being ushered away to follow the vocal team on stage with their own unit song, the lights blinding as he walks out and the screams deafening as they get into position.Ā
but he canāt stay starstruck; he canāt think about how his parents are out there somewhere watching him ( probably crying, too ). even if he wants to, he canāt. he has a job to do and he has a stage to own the best he can and hell yes, heās nervous, but this is where he feels the most at peace in the world. perhaps not in front of two and a half thousand people, the last time they did this having only been about two hundredĀ or so, but stillā the stage, swallowedĀ by the music and the atmosphere, is where he belongs.Ā
when he raps, he doesnāt stutter even once. heās practisedĀ āah yeahā enough times now that he could perform it in his sleep, even, but regardless, he exudes a confidence that whilst doesnāt embody the meaning of the word charisma, at least more than makes up for the shy mess he is off stage. anyone can see the difference between the strength he feels when he raps compared to his timid speaking nature and he can only hope that duality appeals to their audience. all he can ever really do in general is hope because he canāt change anything overnight. he can grow, though, so maybe, whatever it is their fans will be called one day, maybe theyāll come along for the ride.Ā
he pays enough attention to the other rappers to keep in sync with their movements as theyĀ ādanceā their loose choreography. heās still grateful for it all these months later but their more relaxed coordination for this song is a blessing when mansae has so many steps and jumps that heās always worried heās going to land on someoneās toes or twist an ankle. he doesnāt have too many lines, too much to worry about perfecting, but what he does have, he executes with a precision only achieved by late nights in the studio and a demo playing through his headphones in the dorm when they get a little free time. once that same silence befalls the speakers, he exits the stage to allow the performance team to own it themselves.Ā
their first full group introduction of the night goes by with ease. heās saidĀ āhelloā enough times in the last few days let alone lifetimeĀ not to mess it up, thought enough about how much he loves the song 20 to gush about it on park heejaeās command with only a few stutters every sentence. the mafia game is understandably a bit of a mess to his muddled brain, thirteen people far too many to keep up with as he stares wide-eyed at each of them accusing one another with fire in their eyes. ( itās then that he realises why heād gotten the nickname bunnyĀ from a fan whose post heād read online after their pre-debut showcase, and he blushes just in time to be called out by one of the performance team as the mafia. ) the following retelling of all the memories theyāve made over the past year as convex ( he wonders if anyone out there realises how long this group has been in the works, how long heās doubted heād make it this far, but he supposes that ruins the illusion ) bring tears to his eyes. he doesnāt once cry, but he wonāt deny getting teary-eyed as he recounts the time jihoon had surprised him with the news heād be joining the group and that their long-time dream to debut together that felt so unrealistic would actuallyĀ be coming true ( and again when tales of hyun pranking people are retold and he canāt hold in his laughterĀ ). he feels so comfortable that he almost misses the cue to say a temporary goodbye so that the āmansaeā music video can play on the big screens for the first time before they gather to perform it moments after. he wonders if itās really that fun to hear a song twice in a row like that, but he soon realises how stupidĀ that sounds when he himself is guilty of listening to new songs on repeat for hours the day they come out. he hopes people will do that withĀ āmansaeā tomorrow when the album is finally available to buy and stream. as always, he hopes.Ā
itās not the first time theyāve performed their debut mini albumsā tracks, and certainly not the last, but it still feelsĀ like both of those kinds of ultimatums in one. most of his peace has gone by the time theyāre in formation and the first beat hits, but he doesnāt think about it at risk of losing more. he doesnāt really think about anything, honestly. he lets his mind blank a little, listens to the backing track and his friendsā voices so to know when to jump, when to kick his foot across the floor and when the time comes for his own lines.Ā
blink and youād miss the way the minutes fly by, leaving seungcheolās chest rising and falling and his heart pounding at what feel like a hundred miles an hour. the nightās coming to an end as they introduce themselves one last time, make a loud promise to work their hardest for all the fans and for the equally as hardworking staff that helped make all of this a reality ā that helped their dreams all come true.Ā
and at the end of the day, when he curls into bed with exhaustion deep in his bones as always, he drifts away the moment his head hits the pillow. debut day complete. now? who knows what the future holds, but heās ready. theyāre ready.Ā
JUNE 30TH, 2018Ā ā PERFORMING
CONVEX SHOWCASE: THE BIG DAY
itās not as luxurious as heās sure sphere is capable of ( and will likely provide for their realĀ debut showcase ) but seungcheolās eyes are as wide as saucers as he takes in the sight of the theatre hall for the last time before itās due to ( hopefully ) fill ahead of their day show.Ā
truthfully, he almost likes that this is a smaller scale event. it feels more intimate for their first introduction to the world as convex. itās more relaxed, too, an atmosphere that he has much more experience with as a solo performer or in duets.Ā
he fondly thinks back to the last time he stood on stage with jihoon and smiles as he tidies up his hair backstage.Ā
thereās a faint buzz coming from the crowd as they wait to take the stage; he can just barely hear it over the loudĀ buzz of final preparations and checks. heās still safely in his provided black uniform just like every other member of convex, has been since the first time they checked him over five minutes ago and every time since but he can understand the stress ā the pressure to get everything perfect. whilst thereās a surge of excitement rushing through him like electricity, thereās also a familiar unsettled feeling in his stomach like butterflies bumping into the walls. this isĀ āonlyā a pre-debut show to generate interest, they say, but itās still their first appearance under the name theyāll wear with pride for the rest of their lives and thatās pretty damn terrifying.Ā
( itās also the first time heāll have to performĀ and danceĀ āmansaeā in front of people that arenāt his members, his coaches or his trusty han solo action figure that neverĀ judges him and heās kind of bricking it. )
still, he knows from experience and the nagging voice of his mother echoing in his mind that the more he thinks about things going wrong, the more likely it is they will, so he glances over at jihoon instead, allows the comforting familiarity of the younger boyās features to calm him and takes a deep breath.Ā
we are convex!Ā
itās the first time heās said the name with such gusto. on the streets handing out flyers, as real as it all felt, he didnāt have any proof. being here on stage, the thirteen of them ready to take on the world ( but first: yes24 muv hall ā baby stepsĀ ), itās all final. if they had wanted to make any lineup changes, itād have been in their best interest to do it before this moment ( though, again, he tries not to think about that; heād thought he was over that months ago ).Ā
heās grateful once again for his minimal amount of lines inĀ āah yeahā for the selfish reason of not having as many opportunities to mess things up. he knows that once heās on stage, and feels it as the instrumental forĀ āmansaeā begins to play out, that none of this will matter ā that heāll lose himself in the music and performing and that he wonāt even be ableĀ to think about how well heās doing. itās something that a few have pointed out to him in the past; that his comfort with the stage ( though not always charisma strictly, but heās working on it ) are a stark and surprising difference to his nervousness elsewhere. that doesnāt mean heās flawless, but at least heās better than the ridiculous mess he is as he switches outfits forĀ āah yeahā.Ā
he knows his parents are out there somewhere. it wouldāve made more sense for them to come for the evening show at 9pm, given the storeās opening hours, but ( after laughing in his face as they came to meet him handing out flyers ) they had insisted theyād be foolsĀ to miss the very first convex showcase. theyād closed up the store, proudly displayed a spare flyer in the window and now stood somewhere out there in the crowd. seungcheol wonders if theyāre proud.Ā
( of course they are. even if he fell over, ruined it all, theyād still be proud because heās their beloved son, their world, and heās so lucky to have them. he pretends theyāre the only ones in the audience, the only eyes watching, and to him, deep down, they are. theyāre the only ones heās thisĀ desperate to impress and he will. he does. )
the energy of the showcase isnāt astounding due to its size, but itās more than he anticipated. cheers warm his heart as he bows with his members at the very end of their firstĀ showcase, as they introduce themselves once more and depart the stage with bright, happy smiles and excited waves.Ā
theyāll do it all again in the evening, and itāll all go smoothly and heāll stand in the same place, wave his arms above his head and bounce on the spot in pure happiness.Ā