Work In Progress

                                    

                                          
"San should take over this part." I said, focused on all the printed lyrics in front of me.
"We can split the second verse." Mingi suggested.
The two of us have been going over every song FENIX and Galaxy Star has to divide parts. With us being the writers, we know what fits best for everyone's voice.
"Can we split the first verse too?"
"Yeosang takes it."
"No, I know. I just mean give half of it to San."
"Oh, yeah." He nodded, writing that down.
Currently, we're reassigning parts in Sector 1. 
When Mingi knows it's time to focus, he's really great to work with. We haven't had a single disagreement since we started doing this a week ago.
"Wooyoung told me he wants Jongho to do most of the high notes."
"Any reason?"
"He wants to focus on dancing. He also told me how he's sick of Jongho being under appreciated when Galaxy Star would pretty much be nothing without him, so he wants him to have double the amount."
"I mean, he's not wrong." He shrugged. "People think it's Seonghwa, but I've always thought it was Jongho."
"Seonghwa knows it's Jongho too."
"In FENIX, I think it's San."
"Really?" The only reason I was so shocked was because I expected him to say Yunho. But I guess he isn't as biased as I thought. 
"Do you not?"
"I'm not really sure, I never thought about it. San, Wooyoung, and Yunho are all so strong in their roles, it's impossible to tell. All of them can do everything extremely well."
"Wanna know why it's so hard to choose?"
"Why?"
"Because both groups are all-rounders." He smiled. "Think about it."
Our conversation was cut short by my ringing phone on the kitchen table.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Hobi is trying to kill me."
"Wooyoungie, he is not trying to kill you."
"Yes, he is!"
"How? You realize we have harder choreo, right?"
"Oh, I don't know about that." Mingi smiled, adding to the debate.
I put Wooyoung on speaker, knowing he wanted to say something. "Do Guerrilla, watch how fast you lose a lung."
"Try Halazia." He fired back.
"Hala Hala, bitch."
"That fucking song. I remember we were so confused when it came out because we thought the names were a little too similar."
"Oops." I awkwardly said. "That's because it's intentional."
"Nice going, Hongjoong." Wooyoung scoffed. "Your little fanboy ways almost got us in trouble."
I rolled my eyes at the incoming call.
"I gotta go, Wooyoungie. Taehyung is calling me. You're my favorite dancer, don't let me down."
"I am?" He beamed.
"Why do you think I push you the way I do?" All I heard was incoherent squealing on the other line, so I chose to hang up and answer my next call. "Can I help you?"