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"Did you ever think you'd be composing and producing alongside people like John Williams?" the interviewer asked.
Locke "Rebel" Willow rubbed the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly. This question always came up. He needed to tell Brianna to help interviewers write better questions. The bright studio lights beamed down on him from two different angles. Three cameras all captured different angles of him as he sat in a padded stark white chair. "No. And even now, it's hard to come to terms with that fact." He smiled slightly, momentarily sinking himself in the memory of when he was first introduced the John Williams. It was the day after he landed a deal with Lucasfilm, specifically, the deal that kicked off his entire career as a composer and producer. "It's crazy to me that the person whose music made up my entire childhood is now a friend and someone I can call."
"And on the topic of John Williams' music," the interviewer continued, "is it safe to assume that you'll be participating in the production and composition of the music for Star Wars Episode IX?"
Locke grinned. "I'm incredibly excited to announce that I will in fact be in the studio with John Williams and other producers for the soundtrack to Star Wars Episode IX. I'm ecstatic at the fact that Lucasfilm and Disney is allowing me to participate in the creation of another Star Wars soundtrack."
From behind the cameras another voice sounded. "And that's a cut!" Chase Hayward, lead interviewer for MTV stepped into the filming area. "God, this is why I love getting interviews of you. It's so quick and easy!"
"Thanks, Chase," replied Locke. "And the questions make it easy."
Chase rolled his eyes. "Don't sell yourself short. Anyways, you're free to go. The interview will be put up on all of MTV's platforms within two days." A short woman in a tank top approached Chase and handed him a clipboard. The interviewer sighed. "Alright, everyone get the space ready for K/DA's interview. We've got an hour before they arrive, and an hour and a half before recording begins. Let's move it!"
Locke stood up and watched the magic happen from the corner of the room. The chair was sitting in was swapped out for a sofa, an additional studio light and more cameras were brought in, and the space was cleaned and rearranged to accomodate for pop group.
Returning to the green room, Locke saw Brianna looking at the monitor recording of his interview. His assistant glanced at him as he came in. "Good work. Anthony will be impressed with how you answered that last question."
"Thanks," Locke said. He grabbed his backpack and duffel bag. For a moment, he debated changing out of his clothes but he remembered that he was just going home after the interview. There was no point in changing now if he could do it later. "Let's get going. I want to be out of here before K/DA invades the place."
Brianna couldn't hide her surprise. "Wait, K/DA is on their way?!"
"In an hour, Bri," he said. "I'm not in the mood to wait for you to greet them. You've already embarrassed yourself enough in front of them."
His assistant stomped her foot. "Look, what at the Grammys was an accident. And it was totally your fault."
The producer snorted. "Yeah, you tripping over that table leg and spilling your wine straight onto Ahri's dress, which was white by the way, was totally my fault."
Brianna groaned. "You've known me for years. And I'm your assistant. Please? Just this once?"
Locke glared at her. "Brianna, we can't. I have ten more tracks left to record and mix before the end of the month. And you know how long it takes John and his team to record." Locke shivered at the memory. The legendary composer drilled his orchestra to hell and kept his coworkers in the recording studio for hours and hours on end. The work was hard, incredibly so, but it felt even more rewarding when the finished product was heard. "Maybe some other time you'll get to hang out with them. But right now, I have to focus on finishing up the stuff for Episode IX."
The blonde girl pouted. "Fine." The pout disappeared and she reached out to him. "I'll take your duffel bag. The car's just outside."
Locke nodded. "Thank you for being so understanding, Bri."
"I know, I know. I'm such a great friend."
Ten minutes later, the duo were out of the building and on the road to Locke's apartment. Locke had the money to purchase his own house, and a fairly large one at that, but he wanted to keep his space small. Sure, he and Bri had separate rooms with their own bathrooms, a personal studio attached to the apartment, and his own walk-in closet; but, he still kept his space small. Compared to other producers, he was basically homeless in terms of estate value. Once he and Bri got home, Locke kicked off his shoes and immediately made for his studio. "Call me if you need anything," he told Bri. "I'll be in my studio."
His assistant nodded. "You got it."
Over the next few weeks, Locke took a fifteen minute drive from his apartment to Disney recording studio in Burbank. Since Episode IX recorded with the London Symphony Orchestra, Locke had to wake up at ungodly hours in order to be able to join the video chat for the recording process. This, of course, was not helped by John Williams' emphasis on perfection, even when he knew that things could be fixed via mixing and audio editing.
Locke was dozing off when John's shouting came through the speakers.
"No! Again! From measure 231." His white baton tapped the top of his musical stand. "Strings, faster-paced and more frantic. I want you at presto instead of allegrissimo. This is meant for a chase sequence. French horns, decrescendo from forte to mezzo-forte from 220 to 229. Trumpets, crescendo from forte to fortissimo from 220 to 229." The aging appearance of John Williams did not at all diminish the fear he struck into the orchestra, and his other composers. He glanced over at the monitor. "Does that sound good to everyone over there?"
No one would ever voice an opinion against the legendary composer. And, to be honest, Locke hadn't been paying attention to how it sounded. Soon enough, the orchestra began to play again, lulling Locke back to sleep.
Eventually, however, the recording of the tracks were finished. And the soundtrack to Star Wars Episode IX would be done a whole month ahead of schedule. The pieces were passed around to the four other producers on the project, each one checking on the previous' work, making sure that everything sounded perfect. And Locke was the final checkpoint before it was sent off to the director and his team.
The door to Locke's personal studio opened, his assistant peeked into the room. "Can I come in?" Brianna asked, a bowl of hot soup in her hands.
Locke nodded. He looked back to his monitor and tested the dynamics of the horns. A victorious melody blasted from his speakers, causing Brianna to flinch and nearly spill the soup on the patterned rug that laid flat on the polished wooden floor. Locke chuckled and took the bowl from Brianna as she approached from behind him and set it on his messy and cluttered desk.
"Thanks," he said with a tired smile. He'd been ceaselessly working on the soundtrack, clocking in only ten hours of sleep over the six days since he'd received the album from the last producer. It would soon pay off, however, the album was nearing completion.
His long-time friend nodded and sat on the couch positioned behind Locke so that any clients could listen and provide criticism as he produced. "You almost done with the album?" she asked, throwing her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah," Locke replied. The words scratched his throat. "After this track, I've got one more before we can send it off." He turned the volume down and played the horns again. The trumpets peaked a little too much for the intent of the track and didn't allow the sound of the french horns to come through. After more mixing and adjusting, the track was ready.
Locke played it in its entirety and leaned back in his chair. The piece had the stereotypical "Hero's Return" sound, a melancholy beginning, a redeeming middle, and a triumphant end. Considering how often Locke did these types of pieces due to how popular and successful they were, doing the mixing for the track was fairly easy.
"Sounds good," Brianna commented. She stood up and brushed her hands on her pants. The door clicked open, but before she left, she spoke up once again. "Oh, before I forget, you got an email from some pretty important people."
"Who?" Locke asked. She was baiting him; he had to ask.
Brianna shrugged. "See for yourself." She shut the door.
Locke sighed. He renamed the track and saved it as Star Wars Episode IX Soundtrack Album - Track 13. "One more to go," he said to himself. After a couple more hours, he finished the last track, with a bit of personal style attached. He and Williams were close enough that Locke wasn't afraid to add a bit of flair to the composer's style. He'd done it before for Episode 8, and Lucasfilm didn't scold him then, so they probably liked him enough to let him do it again. After renaming, saving, and dragging the final track into the folder for the album, Locke prepared to send it off to the other producers.
Locke opened up the email that Brianna forwarded to him.
K/DA - Offer to Locke "Rebel" Willow
We have taken an interest in your high-quality mixing, production, and composition quality. K/DA believes that you are the best choice as the Head Producer for their upcoming untitled studio album. If you would like to participate in the creation of this album, please reply to us using this email or call us at the given number. Thank you.
Sincerely,
K/DA Management Team
Locke sighed. Of course. No wonder Brianna was so damn excited about it. The email was surprisingly brief. Locke sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. There was no date given on when he should return, but they sent the email earlier today, so a response in two days' time wasn't unreasonable. He needed to mull the offer over.
To deny the success and beauty of K/DA was to invoke the fury of nearly all of Locke's friends, especially the girls, but he could never find it in himself to personally like the group. Sure, they were attractive and talented, from the many clips that Locke had been shown, but even through that, he considered himself far from a fan and more of a passive supporter.
When they won awards on music shows, earned a new milestone in music video views, or other such achievements, which Locke was only notified of once one of his friends brought it up, he merely nodded and noted their achievements. Funnily enough, despite his lack of fascination and passion for K/DA he couldn't deny their success, and the production quality and excellence of their music. For no other reason than wanting to see or work in their studio, Locke wished to produce something with at least one of the members, if not all of them.
Though Locke's production tended towards more classical, orchestral, or cinematic styles, it would certainly be interesting to explore the pop and hip-hop. The two fields, however, were kept separated. Pop stars, and their producers, were celebrated far more than classical musicians. Nevertheless, Locke was lucky to be working in the field of his dreams.
/;/
The news came out when Locke was with his friends. Of course, it was behind closed doors, and Locke ensured that they wouldn't let it be known. They all sat around in his living room, boxes of several flavors fried chicken, beer, and soju sat on the coffee table, half-consumed. While Locke himself never participated in hip-hop production, he was close friends with True Damage due to the group's collective interest in movies. They never failed to show up to the premiere of big-hit movies such as Star Wars, The Avengers, and other such movies. And Locke met the group at those same premieres.
"So," Yasuo began, leaning forward, "K/DA wants you produce their new album? And you're still debating if you want to be on the project?" The white-haired DJ, producer, and member of the hip-hop group True Damage scoffed when Locke nodded his head. "They're the biggest pop group on the planet, Locke, how can you not see the value in doing this?"
"He's got a point," Senna commented as she downed another shot of soju. "What do you have to worry about?"
"A lot of things," Locke replied. "What if it doesn't go well? What if I the creative process doesn't work out? It's a lot of 'what ifs,' I know, but they still worry me. My life is going well right now, doing soundtracks for movies and the like, I don't want to ruin that by dancing with the biggest stars on the planet with also the craziest fan base on the planet."
Qiyana chuckled. "Okay, that's fair. Maybe come produce for us instead?"
Yasuo glared at the neon-haired singer and rapper. "Rude."
"Thanks for the offer, but you already have one of the best in the… what is it called? The 'rap game'?"
Almost all of True Damage face-palmed, save for Qiyana, who merely rolled her eyes.
"Just say industry, Locke. It feels weird when it comes out of your mouth," Ekko commented, looking up from his phone. The teen was a few years younger than his group mates, and it was impressive that he still bonded so well with them despite that age gap.
Senna spoke up, lifting her head off of Lucian's shoulder. "Regardless, I think you should give it a shot. Spend a few days in the studio, see if it works out creatively. If it doesn't, then you can tell them that it isn't. The girls in K/DA are really nice, and they're professionals, you can tell them if something isn't working and then they can improve upon it."
Locke sighed. Leave it to Senna to follow through with unrelentingly sensible logic. "Thanks, Senna. I'll consider it more heavily now."
"It'll be fine," she said. "Like I said, just give it a shot, if it doesn't work out, you can go back to movie soundtracks."
Locke stood up and stretched, yawning as well. "Alright, I'm kicking you guys out. I'm exhausted."
True Damage all nodded. They knew that he'd spent the last month working tirelessly on the soundtrack for the new Star Wars movie. One by one, the group cleaned up the mess they left before leaving.
"Thanks for having us," Senna said as Locke ushered them out of his apartment.
"Yeah, no problem. Thanks for the advice." Locke smiled.
"Take care of yourself, Rebel," Qiyana called, shooting him a wink.
Locke flushed and nodded. "You too, Qiyana." Shutting the door and locking it with a quiet click, Locke put his hand on his forehead. He sighed. "It's fine. Send the email tomorrow. It's rude to send emails this late."
/;/
From the Desk of Lucasfilm - Locke "Rebel" Willow
Mr. Willow, we have received your finished soundtrack album and played it. While us at the studio thought it was perfect for the film, Head Composer John Williams had particular issues with Track 13. According to him, he said that you "entirely disregarded his decisions" and "did not utter a word to him about the changes to his piece." While we are glad to have you as a producer alongside your colleagues, Mr. Williams is the Head Composer. We suggest that you speak to him about these changes to Track 13. However, he did not have any qualms with your modifications to the other tracks.
We have also sent you the tentative list of names for each track. Please review them and send us any criticisms.
Thank you.
Locke growled. He raised his hand up to smack his forehead, but he quickly stopped himself. It wasn't that big of a deal, he simply needed to contact John and ask him if his change to the trumpets and french horns would be okay. Scrolling down the list of track names, Locke looked for Track 13, wondering how important it was.
He slapped himself. "The Return of Skywalker. You idiot. It's the same name as the fucking movie." It was by far the most important track on the list, and Locke was silently reminded to never ever fall asleep again during an overseas recording session. After quickly drafting an email to John Williams, Locke returned to Track 13 once again. He let the piece play in its entirety, and while it sounded perfect to him, he expanded the horns section. Locke adjusted to mix and automation to what Williams initially wanted it to be. He played it again. When the trumpets suddenly overtook the french horns during the climactic end, Locke winced.
It just didn't sound right. With the rest of the piece, the trumpets never took the spotlight. They were on mezzo-forte and even mezzo-piano for nearly the whole piece. To have them suddenly appear made no sense.
As he pondered the issue, his phone rang. Locke glanced at the screen and realized it was John Williams. He cleared his throat and answered.
"Hello, John."
"Ah," the older man said. "Good morning, Locke. I just finished reading your email. It seems the company finally got to you?"
Locke chuckled nervously. "Yes, they did. Listen, I really think that Track 13 sounds better with the french horns remaining strong throughout the whole piece. The trumpets can—"
"Locke, I completely understand where you are coming from," John Williams began. "However, the trumpets rising to the front symbolize the triumphant return of the Skywalker, the rise of a great family of Force-users. It would be remiss of us to water down that return with french horns."
"But John—"
"Locke," Williams clipped. "Please change it to my previous specifications. This is the end of the conversation, do you understand?"
Locke sighed. It was in these moments that the producer in him desperately wished that he was the manager instead of someone else. But, Locke understood the reasons of John Williams' argument; and who was he to argue against his resume. "Mr. Williams-"
"Locke." The tone of the man was short and curt, and it instilled deep fear into Locke. "Do not argue with me on this unless you wish your position as producer of Lucasfilm to be terminated. Do you understand?"
"I..." Locke sighed. "I understand, John. I mix the track properly and sent it to you and the company for a final revision." Locke attempted to force gratitude into his tone. "Thank you for having me on this project, John."
"It was my pleasure. Have a good day, Locke." With a beep, the line went dead.
Locke slammed his fist onto his desk. To say he was pissed as an extreme understatement. As much as he loved working with John and Lucasfilm, the executives had his hands tied behind his back when it came to expressing his creativity. He hated it. Creative expression was the entire motivation, and if he wasn't allowed to even do that, maybe it was time to give that email from K/DA a shot. Being the Head Producer on a project would certainly allow him to express that creativity.
Opening the email up once again, Locke dialed the number. He waited for a couple seconds before a cheery voice picked up.
"This is Ahri of K/DA! Is this the producer Rebel?"
Locke was momentarily surprised before he hastily replied, "Yes! It is. I'm calling to say that I'll gladly take you up on the offer to produce your new album."
"Great!" Ahri cheered. "He said he would do it." There was some commotion in the background, surprise, joy, excitement. It was more than likely that the rest of K/DA was with her. "Well, we'll book you for a flight to Korea as soon as you're available."
"I'm free to leave tonight or tomorrow morning," Locke said. It wouldn't take long to finish the track for Episode IX, and he would still have enough time to pack and draft up some ideas for K/DA-sounding songs.
"He says he can leave tonight," Ahri repeated. After some time, she addressed him once again. "Tonight it is. Be at LAX by 11:15 P.M. It'll be a straight flight to Seoul, Korea. The ticket will be sent to you in a few minutes."
"Great." Locke smiled. The management worked quickly, that was good. "I'll be seeing you in a bit, I suppose."
"I look forward to meeting you personally!" Ahri giggled. "Have a good day, Rebel."
"You as well." Locke ended the call. "Brianna!"
His assistant and roommate opened the door moments later. She had her hair wrapped in a towel, and she was spreading a tan cream on her face. "What is it?"
"Get ready to go to Korea for two weeks," Locke said.
"Why—" Brianna stopped herself once she saw what was on Locke's monitor. Her jaw dropped. "You accepted?"
Locke nodded. "I did. Hurry up and back, we need to be at LAX by 11:15. And it's…" Locke looked at the clock on his monitor. "8:15. Shit. I need you to pack for me as well, I have something to mix before we fly out."
"I can do that." She turned around, but then quickly reared back. "What's your wardrobe?"
"It's Korea," Locke scoffed. "What do you think?" When Brianna didn't respond, he sighed. "Just get me outfits that'll make me look like a protagonist from one of your cartoons."
Brianna glared at him. "It's called anime. But fine." Her glare faded and was replaced with a grin. "Thanks for accepting."
"Yeah, yeah, just go pack for us."
/;/
As the plane descended from its thirteen hour journey from Los Angeles International Airport to Incheon International Airport, Locke took off his headphones that he'd had on for nearly the entire duration of the flight. The plane landed smoothly, to Locke's surprise, and began its taxi to their exiting gate. Brianna was fast asleep beside him, a sleeping mask that the airline provided shielded her eyes from the cabin lights.
He'd spent almost the entire flight creating drafts of songs for K/DA, even though he had no idea what the theme of the album was nor what K/DA's desires were. Regardless, he wanted to get some practice creating songs that sounded vaguely pop-like. After spending fifteen years listening to and learning all of the facets of classical music, it was difficult to adjust to something as structured and formatted as pop. Sure, classical had its structures, but it seemed like pop had more of them.
Reaching for Brianna's shoulder, Locke gently shook her awake. "Hey," he whispered. "We just landed."
"Mmrfh." The girl turned away from him.
He sighed and decided to let her sleep a little longer. The plane was still in taxi. Locke closed his laptop and placed it into his bag, returning his headphones over his ears. It surprised him that K/DA was still finding success in the industry after only releasing a single song. He'd had POP/STARS on repeat for the better part of an hour, tearing it apart and analyzing every inch of the song. The song borrowed from EDM, pop, k-pop, trap, and hip-hop, which impressed Locke. That was something that pop was more capable of doing than classical, as in, borrowing aspects of many genres and sounds of music.
There were always the traditionalists in the classical industry. The ones who staunchly vouched that classical remained pure, untouched by the "plague" that was modern music. Locke found those people to be stupid. Music was meant to evolve, to change with the times, and if it meant that the world would hear a unity of classical and pop, then Locke would gladly be the one to produce that song.
As the plane came to a stop at the gate, Brianna woke up to the sound of the other passengers rising to their feet and grabbing their luggage. "We're here?" she asked, tentatively lifting the sleeping mask from her eyes.
Locke nodded. Almost half of the people had already exited the plane. "Let's get our stuff. Ahri sent me her number before we went on our flight, so I'll text her that we're here once we find a place where I can get some data load."
"Okay," Brianna said with a stretch.
Locke stepped her and grabbed their carry-on luggage from the upper compartment. Handing Brianna her backpack, and putting on his own, he guided Brianna out of the plane and towards immigration. They went through the regular motions after landing, and after finally making it through luggage claim, Locke and Brianna waited for K/DA to pick them up at the front of Incheon airport.
Fortunately for both Locke and Brianna, producers didn't get much press, especially internationally. Locke was sure that if he mentioned his name to anyone they'd recognize him considering the fact that almost everyone knew that Star Wars Episode IX was on the horizon. But connecting a name to a face is incredibly difficult, especially when it came to producers who were more of a behind-the-scenes force. Even more fortunate was their arrival time, which was at 5:30 in the morning. After waiting for a little over twenty minutes, a black van rolled up to where they were waiting.
"Nervous?" Brianna asked with a glance at him.
Locke chuckled. "Who wouldn't be? We're meeting the biggest pop stars on the planet. I figured that you would be more nervous than me."
Brianna smiled. "I'm a little nervous."
The doors to the van slid open and a woman stepped out of the van. Locke was left almost breathless. The videos didn't do Ahri justice. She was even more beautiful in person. Of course, the ears and tails were fake, but her honey-pool eyes and long, silky blonde hair seemed real enough.
"I'm glad I could finally meet you, Rebel," Ahri commented as she stepped towards him. Somehow, even at the crack of dawn, fans managed to notice the pop star and screamed her name. "Unfortunately, we should hurry back to the K/DA house. The others are still asleep. You can meet them when you get there."
"Right." Quickly, Locke stepped into the van, following behind Ahri as she sat in the passenger seat. He placed his luggage onto the empty window seat to his left, leaving the seat to his right open for Brianna.
"S-so," Brianna began with a stutter. She cleared her throat. "What's the plan for our time here?"
Ahri looked back at Brianna with a curious look. "Are you his assistant?"
"Uh, yes, I am."
"Well, take note of this," Ahri began. "We'll be spending today finding you guys a place to stay if you don't want to stay at the K/DA house, then we'll have lunch with all of the members at around noon, then we'll go to the studio and see how our new producer likes the space before we get to work brainstorming what the album will contain, then we'll throw our own little party in thanks for Rebel accepting our offer." Ahri smiled at Brianna. "Did you get all that?"
Brianna looked up from her phone and nodded. "All of it's on here. Thank you, Ahri."
The pop star seemed genuinely surprised that Brianna managed to take in all of the sudden and quick information. She looked at Locke. "You have a good assistant, Rebel."
Locke shrugged. "She's alright."
/;/
Locke Willow knew that K/DA was impossibly successful. But he never expected them to live in such a grandiose, beautiful estate; he couldn't even bring himself to call it a house, it was more than a house. His apartment was diminutive in comparison to the space that K/DA called home. To come to terms with the fact that only four girls lived here was mind boggling. As they drove around the estate, Locke realized that it was entirely surrounded by dark walls that prevented any prying eyes from seeing into the home.
"Impressed?" Ahri asked as the driver signaled the gate to their driveway opened.
"Yeah, that's one word for it." Locke chuckled.
"Consider it your first taste of what it's like to be a part of the K/DA team then."
The car came to a halt at the front of the garage. Ahri stood up and opened the door, stepping out first. Locke quickly offloaded his and Brianna's luggage. He took a moment to take in the sights of the K/DA house. As often seen in the buildings of Gangnam, Seoul, the entire house was made with every facet of modern architecture that Locke knew of: floor-to-ceiling glass windows cleaned and shined to perfection, solid colors to paint the concrete base and natural stone accent walls, the four separate balconies had a decorative and complicated aluminum rooftop over them, all added to the extravagance of the K/DA house. In front of the garages, the lawn was immaculate with trimmed grass and stone pathways accompanied by a gorgeous array of flowers and bushes. At the end of the stone pathway was a small garden kept in the shadows by a large oak tree. Within the garden, Locke noticed there was shrine.
"If you like, I can give you two a tour of the inside," Ahri said, drawing Locke from his stupor.
Locke bobbed his head. "That'd be great."
Ahri motioned for the driver. "Can you take their luggage to the guest rooms?"
The driver nodded and took the luggage from Locke and Brianna. He motioned for Locke to hand him his backpack as well.
"Oh, I'll just keep the backpack on me. Thank you, though." Locke bowed his head.
The driver nodded once again and disappeared around the back of the house.
Ahri unlocked the front door by placing her thumb against a monitor of some kind. A moment later, the monitor beeped and the door slid open.
"Welcome home, Ahri," a robotic voice uttered.
"So cool," Brianna breathed.
"Dream all you want, Bri, we'll never be buying something like that."
Ahri chuckled. "Come on in. We still have half an hour before Kai'sa wakes up." The leader of K/DA gave Locke and Brianna a brief tour of the house, showing them the basics and the coolest parts of it. It seemed that the pop group had a lot of interesting hobbies. Locke never took Akali to be such an avid gamer, nor Evelynn to such a large collection of guitars. But more interestingly, Ahri said that Evelynn played the guitar incredibly well as she learned it from Pentakill's Mordekaiser. Locke made a mental note that he would have to ask Evelynn to play sometime.
"I'd show you her cars," Ahri said as they passed by the garage door. "But Eve loves to show her 'babies' off."
"I completely understand." Locke lightly flushed. Whenever anyone new came over, Locke always showed off his collection of antique violins and MIDI keyboards. He was proud of his collection, but he was slightly ashamed to admit that some of the violins cost well over $30,000. Maybe even $70,000.
Ahri finished her tour in the living room. A creamy white room on the first floor with one wall made entirely of glass that allowed for a beautiful view of the garden and the rest of Seoul. A black coffee table rested in the center of a pale, U-shaped sofa. The polished oak floor was covered by a black and white patterned fur rug.
Locke sat on the couch on the opposite side of Ahri. Brianna had gone to her room to sleep. "So," Locke began in an attempt to know more about the famous pop star, "what is there to know about you?"
Ahri hummed and crossed her legs. "What don't you know?"
"I'm not the greatest fan," Locke commented. "So I haven't seen every interview of you and K/DA."
"How disappointing."
Locke shrugged. "Sorry to disappoint. But seriously, answer my question."
"We'll trade," Ahri suggested; a smile danced across her lips. "You ask me, I'll answer honestly. Then I ask you, and you answer honestly."
Locke grinned. "Alright, fair enough."
"Great." Ahri flashed him a grin of her own. "I'll start: what do you think of K/DA and our music?"
New story. This one is a little different from what I've done before. Be on the lookout for another story as well. Let me know what you think!