Lin Manuel x Reader Words: 1132 Request: could you maybe do a lin x reader, where reader
plays eliza and performs burn the night after they found out their s/o cheated
on them and actually cries on stage and lin comforts them bc he’s in love with
the reader and hates to see them hurt and it’s really super fluffy,,, bc
whenever i hear burn i start crying and i need some lin fluff
i’m sorry i’m so mopey i’m just sick of losing all my friends, especially the ones who i thought i meant something to. I’m staying up for a while tonight. I’m quite tired, but my friend really wants anthony to notice her letter so i’m staying up for her. i’m going to do quite a bit of writing to pass the time, because i haven’t posted in a while and i feel bad for not doing so. I’m going to get back to normal hopefully. I just have one more week of school and then i’ll have time to myself.
thankyou all for sticking with me even if i’m super whiny and boring. requests are open, take care of yourselves friends x
Everyone seemed to sense that something was off when you
walked into the Richard Rodgers. Your earphones fitted securely over your ears,
cutting you off from the rest of the cast. Your usually vibrant eyes were puffy,
and slightly red. The smile that usually appeared when you got to work was nowhere
to be found. You tried your best to act normal, but it was hard. You felt
terrible, alone and betrayed. You were hurt, and you had no one.
When you found out that your partner had cheated on you, the
world around you collapsed. The light in your life was gone. You were living
out of a suitcase on your friend’s couch, and the couch was as hard as stone.
You hadn’t slept since you found out. You were running on coffee and the
knowledge that you had a show to complete.
You flinched when you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.
You slowly pulled off your headphones, turning. You smiled weakly at Lin,
putting your bag down.
“Are you okay?” Lin asked. You nodded slowly.
“Yeah, things are just a bit rough at the moment. I’m fine,
honestly,” You croaked, ignoring his concerned gaze. His eyes studied your
movements carefully, he gently pulled you into a hug.
“Just remember, we’re a family. If there’s anything going on
and we can help, let us know,” Lin said, rubbing your back. You shivered at his
“I… I will. Thank you,” You whispered, pulling away from the
hug. “Ready for tonight, Hamilton?”
“Of course, best of wives and best of women,” Lin said,
smiling. “I’ll see you soon?”
“Yeah,” You replied quietly, picking up your bag again and
heading into the dressing rooms.
The show that night was hard. In Helpless, you weren’t even
half as lively as usual. You found it hard to feel something for Alexander as
Eliza when you felt nothing. In That Would Be Enough, you were flat. You had
dreams with your partner, you had planned to have children. You had planned for
Say No To This ruined your night. You had to leave side
stage and hide until the song was over. You couldn’t bare to watch. You knew
Jasmine was an angel and would never cheat on anyone, but… it hurt. You saw
your partner in them. You saw the betrayl. You saw the pain that you had been
feeling. For the first time, you saw history through Eliza’s eyes.
You watched from the wings as The Reynolds Pamphlet slowly
finished. You grabbed your lantern and paper, smiling weakly at Anthony who had
just come offstage. He gave you a supportive smile, standing back and letting
you enter the stage.
It was then that for the realisation hit again. There were
so many reasons that your partner could’ve cheated, which one was it? You
recalled the conversations in your head, the words of hatred towards you. The
love that you thought you had shared…
The tears slowly started to slip out of your eyes as you
sang. You felt vulnerable, sitting in the middle of a theatre filled with
people. You were sharing your experience with them, but they had no idea. You
took a deep breath, trying to snap out of it. The tears kept flowing down your
“I hope that you burn,” You sang quietly at the end of the
song, grabbing the lantern and exiting the stage.
You began to sob once your mic was turned off, trying to
compose yourself. Renee and Jasmine came running, pulling you into a group hug.
“That was the best I’ve ever heard you sing that song. We
all had goosebumps,” Renee whispered, wiping the mascara from under your eyes. “We
need to fix your makeup before you go back on.”
You nodded slowly, clinging to Renee weakly. “I… I’m sorry.
I should’ve told someone. I…”
“Told someone what?” Renee whispered, rubbing your back.
Jasmine pulled away from the hug, running to get some powder.
“They… they cheated. I have nowhere to stay, I haven’t slept
in so long…. I’m hurt,” You whispered. You jumped when you heard the shotgun
sound effect at the end of Blow Us All Away.
“We need to talk about this after,” Renee whispered,
grabbing the powder from Jasmine and quickly applying it over your tear tracks.
“Right now, you need to go witness your son dying.”
You laughed quietly, looking down at your dress. Your eyes
widened. “Crap!” You exclaimed, quickly stripping your dress off and stepping
into the other one. “Zip me up quick quick quick.”
Jasmine zipped up the dress, pushing you onto the stage. You
wrapped your arm around Anthony, letting out your remaining tears.
Once the show finished, you found that almost everyone was
hugging you and offering you a place to stay. After removing your makeup and
costume, you headed for the stage door, only to have Lin stop you.
“That was the best I’ve ever heard you sing (Y/N). That was
incredible,” Lin said, opening the door for you. You smiled politely, stepping
out into the streets of New York.
“I was just doing my best. Some of tonight wasn’t that
great, I’ll be honest with you. But it’s moments like these when you realise
how loving the theatre community really is. I don’t think I’ve ever received
that many hugs in my life!” You stated, smiling at the thought of the massive
group hug the cast had a few moments before.
“I love the theatre. I truly do. And I love everyone in it.
Tell me, where are you staying at the moment? I know you were living with your
partner…” Lin asked, shutting the stage door and walking along beside you.
“Friend’s couch. It’s not much, but it’s enough. I don’t have
any other choice,” You said, shrugging.
“I think you have plenty of choices. You know, I have a
friend with a bed that I’m sure he’d be willing to lend to you until you’re
back on your feet. I bet he’d even take the couch instead of you,” Lin stated,
avoiding your eyes. He looked at his feet, smiling.
“Your friend sounds amazing. Do I know them?” You asked.
“Well, yeah. You definitely do…” Lin started, trailing
off. He hesitated, before adding, “It’s me! I’m the friend!”
You laughed quietly. “That would be incredible Lin. But only
if you wanted to deal with my lack of sleep and happiness,” You said.
“Oh trust me, you don’t even know what a lack of sleep is
yet. When I was writing the show…”
You continued to walk home with Lin, happily listening to
his stories. The week that had started off roughly was ending well, and you
sure couldn’t wait to sleep in a real bed again.
Special thanks to @snow-into-ash who beta’d for me despite having an actual life this week, I really appreciate it!!!
rated T for language
She’s zeroed in on the stinging of her knuckles when the hall monitor grabs her by the collar of her flannel.
“Seriously, Swan?” It’s Leroy. It’s always Leroy, and the idea of calling hall monitors by their first name to establish equality is the weirdest thing she’s ever heard. She doesn’t need to feel equal to a middle-aged grumpy man.
“He grabbed my ass! I don’t hear you saying ‘Seriously, nameless-jerk-who-can’t-keep-his-hands-to-himself.”
“My name is August!” Mr. Nameless-jerk yells. Honestly, the anonymity was working for her. Now there’s an actual person, with a name, having a flathead screwdriver removed from his bicep. Now there’s a set of parents who are going to flip out and get her expelled from another school.
“No one asked you, August!” she shoots back and he actually flinches. He doesn’t seem so handsy now. If he starts to act like the victim here, she’ll be forced to stab him again.
“You know the deal.” Leroy shoves her like suddenly violence is okay. She brushes him off and marches out of shop class towards Principal Mills’ office.
When she gets there, there’s this boy dressed in all black, with his dark hair and a sad expression. She slumps on the bench beside him and he brings his knees together to allow for space. It’s more than the grown men on the city bus do on her way home, so she figures he’s worth a chat.
‘Ji? Ji?!’ you called as you wandered down the dimly lit hallway. It was ten in the evening and Jiyong was nowhere to be found. Since you had some last minute recordings that you wanted the tired, sleep-deprived BigBang boys to finish up, you were forced to find the almighty dragon leader by yourself. Jiyong had been noticeably sulky for the past few weeks and would often disappear during the breaks in the day but you had never been one to find him. But now it was your turn.
In a pair of ripped, dark-grey jeans and one of your old, slightly tan t-shirts, you stopped at the end of the hallway that split in two opposite directions. One led towards some office and the other towards the artists-only auditorium. You ruffled your black, shoulder-length hair as you debated on which way to go. The hallway in both directions are dark and gave no indication of anyone being down either way. As you were about to turn around to look in another location of the YG building, your tired, somewhat sleep-deprived eyes caught sight of a small shimmer of light filtering out beneath the entry door of the auditorium. Could it possibly be that you’d found Ji’s not-so-secret hideaway place? Your long legs hurried ahead to find out.
You turned the cold handle of the door and let out a grunt of weakness as you realized how heavy it it as you pull it open. Once you stepped into the auditorium, your eyes were instantly greeted by the darkness of the seat-filled space in front of you with only a few strobes of white lit on the stage. As you began to walk forward, you jumped as the door loudly clicked shut behind you, causing a slight booming echo to erupt throughout the hollow room. After the initial shock of the echo came over you, you slowly walked down the grey-carpeted slope that led down to the stairs of the stage. You ran your hands along the railing that accompanies the walkway and you held onto it as you turned yourself to step up on the platform of stairs. At first, you saw nothing but a grand piano sitting on the side of the stage farthest from you- stage right to be exact. As you ascended up the stairs, you glanced back and forth in hopes that you’d spot Jiyong.
Your eyes landed back on the piano as your foot stepped onto the stage. You didn’t see anyone near the piano but you heard the sound of a sniffle coming from its general direction. You slowly approached the grand instrument and as it came into a larger view, you saw a hunched figure sat on the piano bench, back facing the keys. His hands were clasped in between his parted legs and his head was bent so you couldn’t see his face. But as you spot tufts of white-blonde hair flying up from the back of his head, you immediately confirmed that it was indeed Jiyong. Your pace slowed down while your heart race sped up. You bit your lip as you felt a strong, red blush heating up your cheeks as you came closer to him.
The feelings you held for the leader of the band you produced for were nothing you could deny or hide- no matter how hard you tried. You knew it was none of your business to get involved in a love affair with one of your co-workers, but that didn’t stop your heart from beating out of your chest whenever he entered the room. Surprisingly enough, -despite the fact that your palms sweat, your heart raced, your cheeks grew hot, and your knees weakened whenever you thought about him or thought about being near him- you were able to maintain a calm, business-like, mildly serious manner whenever it came time to work with the five famous boys. Sometimes your feelings for Jiyong would get out of control- especially when it came time for him to step into the recording booth while you monitored the sound board and you often found yourself mindlessly staring at him, captivated by his sweet, cutely nasal voice- and you had to force yourself into a serious mood so that you could push all of your distracting butterflies to the side (for the moment).
But this was hard to do, considering that every little thing that Jiyong did made your heart skip a beat. It didn’t help that he is utterly attractive and, honestly, sexy but he is still able to be stupidly cute and do stupidly adorable things (or wear strange outfits that made you have to bite your tongue to keep you from laughing). It made you go wild inside whenever he laughed, revealing his wide, gummy smile that could make your frown turn upside down. Oh, how it made you go crazy when he joked around and laughed with the boys while you all were working in the studio. You sometimes followed along with the conversation, but soon you got lost listening to the melody of his laugh that floated high above the chortles of the other members. And the way your heart and mind threatened to explode whenever he giddily came up to you with a new idea for a song and the way his eyes lit up with excitement when you nodded your head in proud approval. But what made you go the most insane were the late nights that you often spent alone together working in the studio. How he sat closely to you on the sofa or in front of the sound board and you were afraid that he could hear the pounding of your pulse. The late nights had started to become a frequent regime, considering how you both got a lot of work done and made a lot of progress when it’s just the two of you. You realize that you both had become a lot closer as friends ever since you started working at YG almost a year ago.
You were so proud to have been hired at an entertainment company- especially one located in Korea. It was your dream to become a music producer- a dream that you never stopped chasing even when your parents practically disowned you for dropping out of college to instead purse internships at hiring studios. Your talent for producing sounds and making beats, rhythms, and melodies was quite spectacular (although your parents weren’t aware of the fact)- thanks to the many hours of your childhood and teenage years that you spent in the garage of your house with only your cousin’s old drum set and acoustic guitar that you played around with. Your parents simply thought that the isolated time you spent alone was because you were going through a phase of a hobby and you would grow out of it eventually. When you were fifteen, your dad even succumbed to buying you a rather inexpensive electric guitar and amplifier to feed your fascination with creating music, not expecting that you would ever make anything of your producing skills.
When applying for colleges eventually rolled around in your almost adult life, you had your heart set on going to school for music engineering. Much to your parents’ horror and disapproval, they sent you off to a solely academic, high-class university that offered no classes in music. In doing this, your parents hoped that you would find interest in studying something more promising to a successful future such as law, medicine, or politics. They believed that music would bring you in no other direction than down. And, God forbid that their one and only “beloved” daughter would end up living on the streets because she didn’t listen to the wise, guided advice of her parents. There was no way in hell that they would let that happen.
Despite the fact that you were incredibly annoyed by the fact that your parents were controlling your life, you decided that you would give the ‘finding a new interest’ thing a try. So, you sadly packed away your drum set and two guitars and hid them in the very back of your dorm room closet, along with your black leather notebook filled with possible lyrics. Needless to say, you had gone quite crazy without your music. To distract yourself from even thinking about pulling out your guitar again, you befriended some people who made you wonder why they were even at school when all they did was party hard. Soon enough, though, you were asking yourself the same question. They invited you to parties where you could let loose and have fun so that you could forget about the stress of your parents’ desires, finding a new interest, and being without your music- which you found was easiest to do with the aid of alcohol. At first you drank responsibly – even though you were underage – so that you could soberly sneak back into your dorm at two in the morning.
But, as life always does, things got harder and your stress began to overwhelm you. Your parents were constantly pressuring you to pick a study of interest in an amount of time that you weren’t able to manage. Your drop-ins at parties grew immensely as you needed an escape from everything that swirled around in your mind. You didn’t know what to do. You were in a tug-of-war game with yourself, not knowing which side you should pull on: either study and build a career upon something that you would hate or go back to the one thing that made you happy- music. You knew that you weren’t happy with who your parents were trying to force you to be but you were definitely not happy with the person you were turning yourself into.
You started drinking more and more to rid yourself of all the responsibilities that you didn’t know how to fulfill. This led to nights when you drank until you passed out. The next morning you would wake up on the floor next to other drunken fools and would find yourself with your fingers wrapped around the neck of an almost empty bottle of tequila. You would throw the bottle away from you in disgust at yourself and cringe at the sharp, throbbing pain searing around in your head. As you would stumble outside to make your way back to the dorm, tears would drop down your face as you thought of how much of a loser you had become. But no matter how many times you told yourself to snap out of the ruthless regime you’d created for yourself, you would still wake up looking at the ceiling of a house of someone you barely knew. And you cried even harder.
day, you’d had enough. You went to the bank to withdraw from the savings
account that your parents set up for you when you were born and deposited in
ever since. You discovered that they saved a little over $5,000 and
without hesitation, you took it all. You went to the nearest car
dealership and bought yourself a cheap, crappy station wagon that did its best
to work. You drove it back to the dorm and packed all of your belongings in the
suitcases you had brought with you and stuffed them in the back of your old but
new rusty-red car, along with your beloved instruments that you’d missed so
much. And you drove off without a word. Except you left a quickly written
letter of apology and statement of your leave to the school. You were sure that
your parents would find out soon enough so you felt no need to contact them.
free and alone on the road, you drove many miles to find work at any music
studio that would hire a talented amateur. You were rejected by every studio
you went to, no matter how much you had showed off your skills. You slept in
your car, even though it was starting to get cold out, and you survived on
protein bars, raw bagels, and the cheapest water bottles that you could
find in grocery stores. Things were just not looking promising for you and you
started to give up hope. You began to think that maybe you should have listened to your parents, but it
was too late now. Their anger was probably at a spewing boiling point and there was no
way you would be able to cool them down.
As you continued to search for work at various music studios, your subconscious told you that you should probably start looking for work that would be able to pay you so that you could live. So for a while, you gave up on becoming an intern at a studio and instead applied at any business that would hire without the requirement of a college degree.
You landed yourself the job of a waitress that paid surprisingly well- well enough that you could continue to feed, hydrate, clothe yourself, and buy gas- and you worked diligently and vigorously to keep your job. But you began to miss your music. You talked to your manager to ask if she would appreciate having a musician playing for the diners whilst they ate. After she thought about it, she decided that she would have to listen to your skills before she could hand you the position. Surprised and impressed by your ability to solo the guitar along the accompaniment of drum rhythms you recorded on your computer, she immediately allowed you to play during dinner hours from 4pm to 10pm. You couldn’t have been more overjoyed that the little career you had started for yourself turned out to be a little bit of a success.
Customers enjoyed listening to you play and often told their waiter to give you a tip of ten to twenty dollars whenever they were ready to pay their bill. But a few customers were especially taken aback by your talent. The men had come at about nine o’clock and sat around a table and took up six tables and they were all able to see you as you played. Five of the men had very interestingly colored hair and wore very strange but unique outfits which you noticed whenever you glanced out into the crowd, and you smiled when you saw that they were intently watching you. But what you didn’t notice was that one of them could not seem to keep his eyes off of you. And he was the one your eyes had landed on when he first entered.
When ten o’clock rolled around and it was time for you to pack up your equipment, one of the men -dressed in a rather ‘normal’ outfit of a t-shirt and jeans- approached you as you were putting away your guitar. He complimented you on your fantastic performance and introduced him as an artists’ manager from an entertainment company in Korea. When he mentioned Korea, your eyes lit up. You were very familiar with the Korean language and culture because your grandmother had taught you when she lived in your house while you were growing up. You immediately ruffled up the Korean vocabulary and grammar that you had learned from her and surprised him with the sudden switch in languages. He explained that he was in fact one of the managers of the group at the table where he was sitting. He told you that he and his group were very interested in you as an artist and possibly producer. He then invited you to sit with him and his group while they finished up their meal. Nervously, you agreed and he gladly led you to the table and pulled up a chair so that you could sit. Before you sat in the chair, you kindly bowed to each of the members and thanked the manager for inviting you to sit.
After you sat down, they all introduced themselves. You found that you were in between Seungri, a guy with a very short, dark brown hair cut and Taeyang, a guy with tall, spiky brown hair with the sides shaved. Next to him sat T.O.P or Top, a tall man with striking facial features and turquoise-blue hair. Following him was Daesung, a cute-faced man with a big nose and smiley eyes and whitish blonde hair. Straight across from you was where he sat. He had long hair in the front of the right side of his face that was brown on the top and hot pink on the tips. He was very attractive and when he told you that his name was G-Dragon, while looking straight at you, you bowed your head because you found yourself blushing.
After you introduced yourself and the restaurant started to close up, they continued asking you
questions about your experience with music and if you had ever worked as a
producer. You sadly replied no and told them that you hadn’t gotten proper
training that would allow you to be applicable for hiring. They were very
surprised to hear this because they thought that you were a skilled producer. You explained to them that you dropped out of college because you weren’t happy with where you were and you went out on an independent expedition to follow your dream. You remember that the youngest, you had found out, Seungri, had given you an impressed remark and turned to the manager to ask if you could come back to Korea with them and produce at their company. Your jaw dropped open at this unexpected offer and your eyes flicked to the manager to see his response. He faced the palm of his hand to you as if to ask for your response.
You sat there, speechless. You were a little hesitant to agree, tho, because the offer sounded a little far-fetched to be coming from a group who claimed that they were famous. The members of the group seemed a little offended at your words and the one called G-Dragon whipped out his phone and showed you how famous they really were and continued to explain that they would not lie to a person about their talent if they truly had it. And that seemed to change your mind. You agreed.
A few days later, after you quit your job, packed your belongings in suitcases, and sold your car, you found yourself standing at an airport, waiting for the group to show up. A big, black car pulled up and when they stepped out, the airport was erupted by screams and you were pushed around by a large crowd that had gathered around the group. As you stood on your tiptoes to try to find the group who would take you to Korea, the manager found his way over to you to tell you that they would meet you on the plane and he handed you a first class ticket. You tried to refuse, saying that you had enough money that you had made from selling your car to be able to pay for your own ticket. But he insisted and smashed the ticket into your hand.
And before you knew it, you were sitting on the plane next to Seungri and much to your blushing surprise, G-Dragon. You were on your way to Korea. On your way to making your dream come true.
A/N: This idea popped into my head today when I saw these really high quality, most likely professional, photos of Dan and Phil at SITC (x), and I thought…shit…I have to write this now. I hope you enjoy it!
Title: Through The Viewfinder.
Description: Phil, a freelance photographer, is hired by Summer In The City to document the on-stage events, and there’s one guy he keeps spotting through the viewfinder that he can’t stop taking photos of. Dan.
HOW DID LUCAS GET TOPANGA’S PRINCESS HAT?
(They don’t explicitly say in the final scene whether it’s Topanga’s hat or not, but if it’s not meant to be hers then what the hell was the point of having a whole scene where Topanga gives Riley a hat? We never actually see the hat in that scene, but still. It’s weird.)
AND HOW DID THE PRINCESS HAT GET ON THE SADDLE?
(Maya knows about the hat, Lucas doesn’t. And even if he did, HE sure didn’t sneak into Riley’s room/stuff to get it. He would’ve needed some help.)
WHO ORIGINALLY ACQUIRED THE HORSE?
(MAYA DID. Right?)
WHO PROMISED TO HELP RILEY’S PRINCESS DREAM COME TRUE?
LUCAS DIDN’T PLAN THE PRINCESS/HORSE THING.
MAYA DID. HE HELPED.
but wait, there’s more…
The white horse scene comes right after the “ambassador to the world” moment. (Awwww!) None of these kids are technically dating right now, but between the rose in the hat and the harmonica it’s clear the dude puts out extra effort for Maya that he hasn’t put out for Riley before this point. Like he was thinking about Maya in Texas enough that he brought a harmonica to school, I mean…
(Oh, and Maya bites her lip when he mounts the horse but that’s none of my business.)
Maya steps down from the stage, Riley gets on the horse and it’s all cute and then we cut to…smiling Maya. Then we cut back to Riley and Lucas on the horse but LOOK AT IT AGAIN. We cut to Maya and then right back to Lucas/Riley, but I dare you watch that moment again and then try to swear on your life and your children’s lives to me that Lucas isn’t looking back at Maya in this kind of inscrutable way for a significant second before Riley speaks and they ride off. I mean, why not just show Maya smiling as they leave? Why that back and forth cut? What exactly is Lucas doing with his face there? (Somebody please gif it or something, the Maya cut and the Lucas cut here because wtf?)
LUCAS AND MAYA PLANNED THE HORSE THING TOGETHER FOR RILEY JUST LIKE RILEY AND MAYA PLANNED THE DVD FOR LUCAS.
It makes so much sense when you look at the episode on its own, but then later in GM Secret of Life I’m pretty sure Lucas says “I got you a white horse!” so unless he’s lying (or unless Maya told him not to tell Riley she was involved) that line from Lucas pretty much blows this theory apart. Which is why it’s a crack theory. (EDIT: he actually says, “we rode a white horse! who does that?!” THIS MEANS THERE IS NOTHING IN CANON TO CONTRADICT THIS THEORY BUT LOTS TO SUPPORT IT. It’s still a crack theory though. 😉)
But it’s SUCH A GOOD CRACK THEORY. Because the GM Friendship/white horse bit actually makes MORE sense this way:
Seriously how would Lucas have gotten that hat on his own? Or is it just supposed to be a random hat? If so, why make such a big deal of Topanga giving Riley a hat? And am I supposed to believe that Maya got one horse and then Lucas went and got a second one? I mean…maybe. But okay. And why doesn’t he look OVERJOYED when Riley puts her head on his back? And what’s with that inscrutable look towards something in front of him?
And didn’t Maya spend the whole episode trying to make sure Riley got to be a princess? Why is Lucas suddenly taking point now?
I’m just saying. I love this theory. I hate that there isn’t any explicit proof for it and that it’s probably just complete hooey…but we can keep it as headcanon.
YOU CAN PRY THIS CRACK THEORY HEADCANON FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS, GMW WRITERS. 💛
[INTERVIEW TRANS+SCANS] 150927 WINNER with EXILE Magazine
Q. Which member matured the most this past year?
“I think Mino. I think he matured when he started appearing in ‘Show Me The Money 4’. At our dorm, my room and Mino’s room face each other so I know well. The Mino who appears on TV [for ‘Show Me The Money 4’] is very different from when he’s at the dorm that he seems like a totally different person. He has this great aura on TV. At our dorm, he seems like a comedian and he overflows with warmheartedness. (Laughs) But, in terms of singing ability or performing, I think Jinwoo also improved a lot. Both of them are amazing.
“(Thinking for awhile) Me… (Embarrassed laughter). Rather than saying I improved in one specific thing, I think I matured in a variety of things. Other than singing, I became slightly better in speaking Japanese compared to last year so I can sing in Japanese and talk in Japanese during concerts perfectly now. We made our fans wait for around one year since our last tour but I would be happy if they recognised that our performances improved for our current tour. And I guess my “beauty” improved compared to last year!? (Laughs)”
“I think everyone matured. All of us have come to be more relaxed performing onstage, our skills in composing song have improved, and we are preparing for our next album as well. …But if I really had to choose, I would choose myself (laughs). Because I am the leader, I have more to do compared to my members, I need to be more responsible, I have more to worry about, and I need to be the arbitrator whenever opinions become divided. But because of this I think I matured the most. I still wish to show a more cool side to everyone as the leader too.”
“Myself (laughs). Since I experienced so many things, I think I matured a lot. Currently, I’m learning how to play the guitar. I’m not as good as a guitarist in a band but I’m trying my best. I’m also composing songs with this guitar. Regarding how I perform, I had a tendency to rush last year but I’ve learned how to be more composed and more relaxed and I don’t mess up my notes as often. (When asked the question, “How about your manly charms becoming more evident?” He answered) I don’t know myself but I always try to be as natural as possible (Laughs)”
“Everyone matured but I think Jinwoo matured the most. He has always been cool but he has become cooler. Jinwoo’s eyes that are innocent and twinkle are so cool. He’s so cool that I habitually tell him, ‘Hyung, you’re so cool’ (laughs). He’s really good in performing in ways that make fans scream really loudly and he’s a hyung I really hanker for/love. Regarding how I matured, I think my musical range widened as I listened to a lot of music.”
Q. The DVD that documents your Japan tour last year which you traveled 5 cities and held 11 concerts for has been released. What was the event that was most memorable from that tour?
MINO: Naturally, our last concert at Zepp Tokyo was the most memorable. Our fans prepared a surprise event at the end of the concert for us. We were really touched.
SEUNGYOON: All of the members cried when that happened.
SEUNGHOON: It was a moment when we could connect with our fans. Remembering the good memories of the 11 concerts make me really happy.
TAEHYUN: Jinwoo was crying from the beginning when we were greeting our fans.
JINWOO: Oh, that was because my family was in the audience (Embarrassed). My hometown is in a very far countryside but the fact that my family came all the way to Japan for our last concert made me feel so many things that I shed a few tears.
Q. Is there something that happened during that tour that you can share now that it’s over?
MINO: Nothing big happened, nor did any huge problems take place but during our last rehearsal, all five of us had to sing but Jinwoo made a mistake and he wasn’t there. The four of us were a little flustered as we sang without him.
SEUNGYOON: We would’ve been in big trouble if it had been a live broadcast (laughs).
JINWOO: My head was filled with worries about having to dress up as Bom-senpai (of 2NE1) that time. While that was happening, I was getting my make-up and outfit fixed in the waiting room and I was wondering, ‘Why aren’t my members coming?’ (Laughs)
Q. Who suggested that one of you would dress up as Bom?
SEUNGHOON: When the topic of crossdressing came up, all of us thought it would be best if Jinwoo were to do it. Because he’s the prettiest (laughs). Jinwoo didn’t really like it but we all persuaded him.
SEUNGYOON: But you have to admit you thought you turned out pretty, right (laughs)?
JINWOO: A little (laughs)
SEUNGHOON: He was shy in the beginning but he said that when he crossdresses he feels like he really is a woman and that his actions become feminine.
JINWOO: Yeah. I think I would give myself 100 points out of 100 (laughs).
SEUNGHOON: I would like to see Jinwoo crossdress again (laughs).
Q: Jinwoo’s face is really pretty too but his legs are also as pretty as Bom.
SEUNGYOON: Eh~ That’s a lie. Are you being serious (laughs)?
MINO: When it comes to legs, Seunghoon’s are the best.
JINWOO: (To Seunghoon) Show us!
SEUNGHOON: It’s because I don’t have much body hair.
SEUNGYOON: If you just look at Seunghoon from the back, his legs can perfectly rival those of female models!
SEUNGHOON: Only if you look at me from the back (laughs)
Q. What did you find difficult during your tour?
SEUNGYOON: Honestly, there was nothing that we found difficult. It was really enjoyable!
SEUNGHOON: It was refreshing to travel to different places in Japan and I was really inspired. I only have good memories… Oh, I remember I found something difficult! After our last song during the encore, our fans didn’t want to say goodbye so it was really difficult for me to step down the stage (laughs).
JINWOO: Yeah, that’s right (laughs)
SEUNGHOON: Japanese food is delicious too!
Q. Since you mentioned Japanese food, you talked about misokatsu (bean paste cutlet) a lot at the Nagoya concert but in the video that was shown during the concert, it showed you eating hitsumabushi (grilled eel on rice).
SEUNGYOON: Hitsumabushi is delicious
TAEHYUN: But I love Pepper Lunch! (“fast-steak” restaurant franchise)
MINO: I like Coco Ichibanya too! (Japanese curry house franchise)
SEUNGYOON: Above everything, bentos from convenience stores are the best!
TAEHYUN: That reminds me, I ate tempura for the first time yesterday and it was so good I had a second serving.
JINWOO: We eat well even if it’s not expensive.
Q. It’s alright for you to eat better food (laughs) (T/N: All the foods WINNER mentioned are pretty cheap and not very high-class foods)
TAEHYUN: Pepper Lunch is the best (serious tone)
Q. (Laughs) Then what did you gain through this tour?
MINO: For me, I think I found out how I can appeal to our fans more.
TAEHYUN: I’ve gotten more used to the stage so I’m more relaxed.
JINWOO: I’ve gained confidence. For example, even if I make a mistake, I think I’ve learned the method in overcoming that quickly and knowing how to cover it.
SEUNGHOON: The first stage we stood in Japan was the stages of BIGBANG-senpais’ Dome Tour. The sight of fans holding lightsticks was really breathtaking and overwhelming for me. During our Zepp Tour, our fans held our WINNER lightsticks and I could see our fans’ facial expressions and emotions so clearly that I was so happy. So the more precious thing I gained was how I felt our fans’ energy. I was so happy at the time.
SEUNGYOON: It’s the same for me. The most abundant harvest is how we made memories with our fans.
Q. So you were able to see all the faces of your fans even in the back.
ALL: Yes! We saw everyone!
SEUNGHOON: I think that being able to see every single person’s face is the charm of Zepp.
SEUNGHOON: That reminds me, I was really surprised that there was a grandma in the very front row. It was really nice to see how she was vigorously shaking her lightstick and looking very healthy and how she seemed to be enjoying herself.
TAEHYUN: It was fun seeing people who cosplayed as us come too.
SEUNGYOON: Cosplaying is so cute.
TAEHYUN: Whenever I see people who cosplays as me, I stare at them without realising (laughs).
Q. What did you feel you had to improve after completing your first tour?
MINO: We want to present better songs, show our matured sides, and improve our Japanese. I guess we want to improve everything.
Q. You don’t have an interpreter onstage and I think you all speak Japanese very well…
SEUNGYOON: But we become greedy to become better and even better.
SEUNGHOON: BIGBANG-senpais are really good at speaking Japanese so we think we need to be like that too.
MINO: That’s right. Seungri-senpai is amazing.
SEUNGHOON: As of now, we don’t have many songs. I want us to create a really successful song to make us known to people who are not fans and I hope for them to come to our concerts too.
TAEHYUN: I want us to make an original song that Japanese people can feel familiar with. Something like BIGBANG-senpais’ “Koe Wo Kikasete”.
Q. You guys are in the middle of your second Japan tour. What do you want fans to know?
SEUNGYOON: We showed our natural side during our last tour but this time, our concept has changed greatly that our feeling is totally different from the opening. We’ve become more cool and showy. We prepared a lot so we hope fans who we have yet to meet look forward to it.
JINWOO: Really? (Laughs)
SEUNGYOON: Oh, but would they end up getting disappointed if we have them look forward to it too much? (Laughs)