I can’t think of anything that I need to say here right now. Mlerp. Mlerppity mlerppity mlerp.
“But we don’t have anywhere else to practice!”
“I’m sorry guys, but the warehouse is gonna get filled up with storage crates in a couple of weeks, and I can’t have anyone in here for insurance purposes.”
A sigh. “Okay. Well thanks for helping us out anyways.”
“I feel terrible about this, Taeyeon. Once the crates are gone though, I promise you guys can use the space again.”
Taeyeon ended the call, groaning to herself. How are we going to come up with another regular rehearsal space on such short notice? She threw her phone onto the bed, rubbing her forehead in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” Taeyeon looked up to see Jessica returning from her shower, towel wrapped around her body and slightly damp hair swept over one shoulder. The blonde sat down on the bed across from Taeyeon and started drying her hair with the other towel that she’d brought in.
Taeyeon shook her head and pushed the girl backwards onto the bed. “Nothing’s wrong.”
She was woken in the middle of the night by her phone screen lighting up with a text notification. She didn’t need to check the name to know who it was. Even though she had been consistently ignoring her, Tiffany had been texting her regularly every day.
[Can we talk?]
[I’m sorry…I really want to talk to you.]
[I miss you. I’m sorry. Please tell me what I can do.]
But this time the message was different. Taeyeon squinted her eyes against the intrusive glare of the screen, trying to adjust from the darkness of Jessica’s bedroom.
[I found out what happened with your rehearsal space. I can help.]
Taeyeon paused. She should have just deleted the message and gone back to sleep, but the band needed somewhere to rehearse. Her fingers were typing before she realized it and her thumb had hit send before she’d had a chance to think about the consequences.
She watched the screen dim for a few moments before lighting back up with a new message.
[I have space at my place. Big enough for all your equipment. You can use it for free, for as long as you want. No strings attached.]
[I’ll ask the others. How did you find out.]
Taeyeon didn’t bother asking when she’d gotten an assistant. And she didn’t bother asking why the girl had her assistant keeping tabs on them. She assumed it was just one of the perks of the business.
“Fuck no! I’m not asking that bitch for anything!” Hyoyeon exclaimed, crossing her arms from across the table. Yoona nodded, reaching for a slice of pizza. “Hyoyeon’s right. We don’t need her.”
Taeyeon sighed, leaning back in her chair. She disliked the idea just as much as they did, but she didn’t see another option. “There’s no way we’re going to find another place on such short notice, guys. I wouldn’t have brought it up if I thought that we had any other choice.”
Yuri piped up beside Taeyeon, “I don’t see any other solution either. And besides, she owes us. Maybe she’s just trying to make good, you know? Right her wrongs and all that.”
“Well screw her,” Hyoyeon retorted. Taeyeon smiled despite herself; Hyoyeon was never one to mince her words.
“I agree,” Seohyun chipped in, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Besides, it’ll only be for a few weeks until the warehouse clears up again, right? I’m sure we can all get through it in one piece.” They hadn’t told Seohyun the whole story about Miyoung, but she knew enough to grasp the situation.
“Okay. Well let’s vote then. All in favour?” Taeyeon, Yuri, and Seohyun raised their hands. After a moment’s hesitation Yoona shrugged and raised hers too. “As long as you can handle it, Tae, I’m okay with it.”
Taeyeon nodded. “Well I guess that’s settled then.” She turned to the drummer, shrugging her shoulders apologetically. “Sorry Hyoyeon, but looks like we’re practicing at Miyoung…Tiffany’s house.”
She’d gotten a text the day before with Tiffany’s new address and by late afternoon they were pulling up outside of Tiffany’s place. Taeyeon pulled open the sliding van door as Hyoyeon turned off the ignition, and hopped out onto the pavement, pulling her Wayfarer’s off to get a better look.
“Holy shit. This place is a huge.” Yoona came up beside her, guitar case in one hand and amp in the other, looking up at the three story mansion. Hyoyeon grunted in the background, “She wouldn’t have any of this without us. Now will someone else come help me with this stuff? I don’t want Yuri breaking my new bass drum.” Hyoyeon and Yuri started to bicker behind Taeyeon, but right then the front door to the house opened and a tall woman came jogging out.
“Hi! My name’s Sooyoung, I’m Tiffany’s personal assistant. Can I help you with that equipment? I can show you to the basement too, it’s been set up for you all to use.” She grinned big and waved jovially to them.
Hyoyeon crossed her arms defensively, “No. I don’t need your help,” she hoisted the bass drum up and tried to balance her snare and cymbal bag on top. “We can manage just fine without Miy-Tiffany’s help.”
Taeyeon rolled her eyes and snatched the bag and snare from Hyoyeon’s arms and passed them off to Sooyoung, “Stop being like this Hyo. Tiffany is helping us right now. And I’m not going to let you break that new drum just because you’re too stubborn to admit it.” She turned back to the tall girl, “Thanks. My name’s Taeyeon, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry about Hyoyeon.”
Sooyoung smiled, “It’s not a problem. Now, let me show you guys where you’ll be rehearsing!”
The basement alone was bigger than their entire loft. The main area had been cleared out for them, couches pushed against the wall and foosball table moved into a corner. Down the hall was a home recording studio complete with soundproof booth, and when Yoona went to find a bathroom she came back exclaiming that one of the rooms was a personal movie theatre.
Yuri whistled in awe. “Wow. Swanky house, nice cars, personal assistants.”
Hyoyeon adjusted her bass pedal against the drum, peeking over her set to glare at the room as if it had personally affronted her. “Yeah, and we might be living this life too if it wasn’t for her.”
Taeyeon sighed, “Just drop it guys. We’re here because we need the space. Can we please not think about the rest of it?”
Hyoyeon look apologetically back at Taeyeon, straightening up on her stool as she grabbed her sticks from their resting place on the snare. “Yeah. Sorry. Okay. Is everyone done tuning up?
A round of nods.
“Okay. Well, let’s get to it then.” Hyoyeon counted them in and Taeyeon let the music wash over her. Let the familiarity of the guitar riff and the comfort of the bass groove compensate for how out of place she felt in Tiffany’s house. As she belted out the lyrics she closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at the room they were in.
She couldn’t tell the others how much she didn’t want to be here. She knew if she mentioned anything, none of them would want to stay. She knew they’d only agreed because she’d seemed so okay with it. The truth was being here made Taeyeon sick to her stomach. But they needed the rehearsal time if they wanted to be prepared for their next album. And she couldn’t let her feelings jeopardize the success of their dreams. Not again.
Things are finally picking up plotwise haha. Lemme know what you thought about it! 😀