Mr Humility episode 2

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(What’s that saying about pride…?😏)

Chapter 2

(High notes in my head…..) Fififiif

Chan yawned and stretched, rolling his arms back and forth as he proceeded into the practice room. His new music video was just two months away from release, so he and his back up dancers had been working really hærd to nail the choreography.

Though he wasn’t much of a dancer, he had managed to learn a thing or two, as most of his songs were pop songs and involved a lot of dancing.

But even if he wasn’t good at dancing, he was still the center of attention. The back up dancers were just there to make him look good anyway.

As long as he could get a few moves in, he would be set.

He met most of his back up dancers already practicing hærd in the training room.

“Chan. Finally decided to show up Hun?”

He glanced up at the owner of the voice.

The tall, red haired male stared at him, then flashed him a goofy smile.

Chan rolled his eyes.

“What do you mean ‘finally?’ You guys are doing just fine on your own aren’t you?”

The male chuckled.

“Yeah we are. But we still need you.”

Chan couldn’t help the smile that formed on his l-ips.

“Of course you do. Let’s get started then.”

He and the male, whose name was Aster, his lead back in dancer who also happened to be his close friend, then proceeded to rally up the rest of the dancers and they began to practice.

As the music started up and they began dancing, Chan found it hærd to keep up with the steps, and began to wonder if he really should have put more effort into practicing.

He found himself getting out of breath very quickly, and called for a break, the fourth one since they had started practicing.

Aster ran up to him, handing him a bottle of water.

“Are you okay? That’s the fourth time you’ve told us to take a break.”

Chan grabbed the bottle from his hands and downed the water thirstily.

“I’m fine. You guys just aren’t getting this choreography.”

Aster smiled sweetly at him.

“You know, we’ll never get anything done if you keep calling time outs like this.”

Chan glared up at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Aster scratched his scruffy hair, suddenly regretting his words.

“I mean… maybe you should leave the dancing to us for this MV.”

The veins in Chan’s head bulged so fiercely, Aster thought that they would pop out.

Chan squeezed the bottle in his hand.

“Are you trying to tell me that I’m not good enough to dance in my own music video? Haven’t I been dancing along side you guys all this while?”

Aster put up his hands defensively.

“Yes you have. I’m not disputing that fact. But, you know dancing isn’t your strong forte. It seems like this choreography is especially too tough for you. I could talk to the choreographer to change it to something easier, but this late into the practice, I’m afraid the other dancers will not like it.”

Chan felt his blood boil with every word that came out of Aster’s mouth.

He scoffed.

“Aster. I think you’re getting a little too c*cky aren’t you? To think…you have the nerve to stand and talk to me like that…the words are just leaving your mouth like it’s nothing. I think I’ve been going too easy on you haven’t I?”

“Chan wait….I was just making a suggestion because I saw you were struggling…”

“Struggling?! Me?! I’m struggling?!” Chan burst into sardonic laughter.

“You must have a lot of time on your hands to watch me, to the point of noticing that I’m struggling! Do I need to remind you who’s the star here?”

Aster frowned sadly.

“Chan…I was just…”

The other dancers had begun to cluster and whisper at the ruckus.

“I think you’re forgetting exactly who brought you to the position you’re in, Aster. So I’ll remind you. If you have the stupidity to think that I’m struggling with this measly choreography, then don’t worry. You won’t have to watch me anymore. You’re off the dance team.”

“Wait what?”

Chan didn’t wait to hear Aster’s opinion, he grabbed his bag and stormed out of the training room.

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Chan sat in his study, slowly strumming his guitar.

Making music always helped him to calm down, and to sort out his thoughts.

Aster words and his outburst had really upset him, and when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to calm down anytime soon, he decided to do what he knew how to do best.

He strummed some notes, then opened his mouth to sing.

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“Hmm hmm hmm”🎶🎶🎶

He hummed slowly, following the tune of the sound.

It was a good sound, and could probably be a nice Melody for a new song, and he made a mental note to try and come up with some good lyrics.

He sighed and placed the guitar in it’s case.

Why couldn’t anyone just come to grasps with the fact that he was the best? Why were people still trying to put themselves above him?

He began to flick his guitar pick between his fingers, a habit that was a characteristic of him being deep in thought or conflicted.

Well, no one would be spared from his wrath if they didn’t know their place.

Not even if they were his close….

He bit his lip, wrestling with the guilt that dug at his heart for the way he had treated his friend.

The guitar pick dropped from his fingers, and rolled on the ground, rolling under his bed.

He cursed under his breath, then bent down to retrieve it.

He got down on his hands and knees and began to feel under the bed, however the sudden noise of someone bursting through his door caused him to jerk and hit his hand against the bed frame.

“Chan!”

He got up, rubbing his hand angrily.

It was his manager, and she looked pissed.

“Have you gone crazy?!”

He rolled his eyes. He knew what this was about.

“How could you fire Aster?!”

“I didn’t fire him. I just told him that he wasn’t welcome to work on the new music video anymore.”

Her face twisted and contorted in confused rage.

“Chan. Your music video is coming out in two months. Don’t you even care about anything else? Even me? Everyone’s been working so hærd. You can’t just come and ruin everything….!”

“It’s my music video isn’t it? Why are you acting like it belongs to someone else?”

“Yes it might be! But it’s not just you that’s working towards making it a success! Why are you acting like a child?! You immediately lose your cool once someone tried to correct you! Why haven’t you changed one bit ever since….!”

Chan fired her a glare, and she bit her lip, swallowing her words.

She sighed, then rubbed her temples.

“You know Chan, your mother said I should take care of you. But you’re honestly making it so hærd to do so. Why aren’t you seeing anyone else but yourself?”

Her eyes narrowed, and filled with sadness.

“Sometimes, you make me so exhausted, Chan.”

“Then quit.”

Her head snapped up, and she stared at him incredulously.

Chan stared back at her stubbornly, his eyes cold and unfeeling.

“W-what?”

“Quit. No one is forcing you to stay by my side. If it’s the promise you made to my mother that’s making you stay, then you can forget about it. My mother is dead. So you don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

He had just finished his sentence when a hand landed on his cheek.

His eyes w¡dened in horror and rage, and he turned back to see his manager’s eyes filled with tears.

” If your mother heard you now, she would be more disappointed than I am.”

Her words were laced with pain, and she struggled to force the tears back into her eyes.

She s-cked in a breath, while Chan’s eyes stayed w¡dened, his cheeks still smarting from the slaps she had given him.

“Where is the Chan I used to know? The one who was happy being around people? The one whose ego wasn’t so inflated that he couldn’t even see beyond his own nose?!”

Chan grabbed her shoulders fiercely, and she jerked back.

He laughed bitterly, then brought his l-ips to her ears.

“If you’re waiting for that Chan to manifest again someday, then you’ll wait in vain.”

She gasped in shock, and at that moment, a distorted tune filled the air, causing both of them to look for the source of the sound.

One of the strings of Chan’s guitar had snapped, and both he narrowed his eyes at the offending string.

His manager took that moment to push him off her, tears in her eyes.

“I’m putting Aster back on the team.”

“You can if you want to. But then it’ll be either him or me.”

He watched her lip quiver, and her shoulders tremble.

She quietly opened the door, and walked out.

Chan stared at the empty s₱0t for a few seconds, then hissed stubbornly and turned back.

He picked up his guitar, and stared at the broken string.

It was still fairly new, so what could have caused the string to snap that way?

He sighed, then fell back on his bed, feeling his body and mind getting completely exhausted.

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“Okay! We begin in five minutes!”

The director’s voice cut through the wh0le studio, and Chan looked up from where he stood looking through the handout of his song.

Ever since their dispute, he and his manager hadn’t spoken.

As he has wanted, Aster wasn’t part of the dance team, and though people had complained, he didn’t care one bit.

He stood up and headed into the recording booth, ready to begin singing.

He placed the earphones on his ear, and waited for the director to give the signal.

“Okay Chan. We’re good to go.”

Soft music filled his ears,and he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth, ready to let the words flow out.

But instead of the melodious, unique voice he was used to, what came out of his mouth was crude and unfamiliar.

His eyes w¡dened in shock, and so did the eyes of the people in the booth around him.

“Uh, Chan? Are you okay? You sound a little off there.”

Chan grit his teeth.

“I’m fine. Let’s try that again.”

“Okay! Five…six… seven…eight….”

Chan began to sing again, but his voice didn’t return to the amazing mind blowing one he was used to.

He felt his chest constrict in panic.

What was happening?

His voice was fine when he had practiced just a few hours ago.

What then was this demonic sound coming out of his mouth?

The director called a time out, and Chan got a throat m-ssage, as well as some warm water to drink.

But all their efforts were futile, and his voice didn’t improve.

In the end, the recording was put on hold, and they decided that he should go see a doctor when his voice only seemed to be getting worse.

Chan was completely rattled.

He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in his chest, that something had gone, horribly, and terribly wrong.

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There it is my lovelies!!

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