Chapter 10: The Free Spirit and His Song; the Hidden Devil and His Escape
Alarm clocks were never Yoochun’s friends. To wake up, he needed at least four clocks. Each was placed in separate corners of his bedroom and each was equidistance from his king-sized bed. He would set them a few minutes apart from each other, so he couldn’t turn all of them off in one try. Thankfully, he didn’t need to go to work in the mornings, unlike Rhett, who woke early and stayed late at work. Yoochun’s career only involved composing songs, meaning that he could work at home. Even when he had to attend meetings with artists to understand their album concepts, he scheduled them in the afternoon or preferably, in the evening.
When his cell phone vibrated on his night stand, he hesitated to answer it and at first, ignored the sound. However, the buzzing had become so irritating that he had reached for it. “H-hello,” his voice at once cracked.
“Are you almost done that love song?” his manager inquired.
What . . . song? When did I . . .
“Crap.”
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