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went to the Beatles exhibit at the Mall of America in Bloomington, Minnesota yesterday. it was a mindfuck to see their signatures, recording contracts, hand-written letters and setlists, clothing, instruments, and lots more right in front of my face. bonus: seeing Elvis Presley and Buddy Holly’s used guitars.
[TRANS] The Musical 'Magazine PS: The 2nd Puberty That Passed Safely, Sunggyu [No.153]
Sunggyu, who is the leader of the group INFINITE that’s famous as the ‘group dance idol’ and who also released solo albums, came back to musicals with <All Shook Up>. Sunggyu, who was being a crybaby throughout the interview and saying ‘It’s so hard. So hard!’, talked not only about being a singer and a musical actor, but also deep thoughts about himself.
-I heard that your leg was injured until very recently. Is it okay now? It has been around two months since my injury. My ankle ligament got torn. It’s still undergoing rehab. I actually couldn’t practice the dance for <All Shook Up> a lot of the times because of my leg. I think I need to recover fast and practice. It’s gotten a lot better so I think I can start dancing in 1-2 weeks.
-You used the expression ‘The 2nd Puberty’ when you were promoting your solo album last year. Did it pass okay? Ah, I’m cringing. Why did I say that? (Laughter) I think so. I’ve gotten a lot more mature. I think I said that because I’m constantly going through puberty. I feel like I’ve gotten a little more mature than before. Actually, I’m not so sure. (So there might be a 3rd puberty?) I think it can definitely come. (Will it be around the time that your next solo album gets released?) When that time comes, maybe I’ll become very sensitive again and another period of turbulence will hit.
-I think you’re the type of person whose normal daily life differs a lot from what the public sees. I feel like that gap would be hard to get adjusted to. How is it? So, I think a lot of people think that I’m a fun and a funny person. In real life, I do like to joke around and stuff, but I’m not as funny as you’d think that I am. I was sad when I would go on a lot of variety shows after releasing solo albums and performing on stage, and there were people who said that they couldn’t get used to [that gap]. To be honest, I was sad when I heard that. My real life, I still don’t really know what it is. I’m still confused as to who is the real me. But one thing for certain is that the person you’ll see on TV variety shows is probably me, and the person performing on stage is also me. I think that all the things that the public sees has a part of ‘human’ Kim Sunggyu.
-<All Shook Up>’s Elvis and Sunggyu are both singers. To put it nicely, how does it feel to be crazy about music? To write music and be inspired all day? I think Elvis is cooler than me. Elvis in <All Shook Up> is a free spirit. I’m a person who wants to be free, but in actuality not free. When you go into that, Elvis is a character who is a lot cooler than I am, who makes me think, ‘I want to live like this.’ That’s why it’s so fun during <All Shook Up>. I think we actually do have similarities. When I’m working on a song, I’m completely absorbed in it, but he’s a person who is still a lot cooler than I am. Very free and crazy in love.
-It’s already your fourth musical. You’re no longer a newbie in musicals. Compared to when you first started out, your thoughts about musicals must have changed a lot. How have they? I’m still very shy. I was 23 when I started out and now I’m already 28. So compared to then, I’ve definitely gotten more used to it, but for the first musical, I was worried and thought ‘How am I gonna do this?’ It was more nerve-wracking than a concert. I have more ambitions now. I think about what I can do to do well and to plunge myself into it.
-Your goals as INFINITE’s leader, a solo artist, and a musical actor must be all different. Between all these different activities, have you ever gone through an identity crisis? Right. I can’t do anything about what my job is. It’s always confusing, but even in real life I’m a bit confused. When promoting as INFINITE, I have my members. In the early days of INFINITE, I thought, ‘I hope we become successful soon.’ But when I was promoting as a solo artist, I thought, ‘I need to show people what my music is like.’ At first I thought of musicals as a big challenge but now I’m very attracted to it. There are different goals, but the one common thing about them is that they’re all a part of me, so I think more about how I can show [those different parts] better.
you do a destiel one where the reader is listening to Elvis on headphones then
CAS gets into it and he wants to buy some music of him on his own and he asks
Dean to drive him to the store and then Dean asks what music he wants. CAS
tells him not to make fun of him for it then admits it’s Elvis and he says
“I can dig Elvis” and Sam breaks down crying with reader is just
comforting him. Idk but PLEASE. -phan2k15
Word Count: 1,443
Pairing: Dean x Cas (destiel), Sam, Dean, Cas, x Reader.
Warnings: None? I don’t think?
A/N: tHIS KILLED ME OK but I loved the idea so thanks for
“You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
and you ain’t no friend of mine” You danced to the
music, dancing around your room letting the music blast knowing Sam and Dean
weren’t home for the day, letting the music take over.
“Well they said you was high-class
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was just high-class
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
and you ain’t no friend of mine-” you stopped paying
attention to the music and dancing when you realized Cas was in the doorway
watching you, making you feel embarrassed. “Cas! God don’t you ever
knock?!” you yelled with anger, turning off the music coming from your
“Don’t use my father’s name in vain, Y/N.” he
warned, giving you a mean look. “S-sorry, just..why are you here? If
you’re looking for Dean him and Sam went out earlier and won’t be back till
late tonight.” you sighed, rubbing between your eyes and on your nose.
“Oh- well I was looking for him, but then I heard your..music? and it was
pretty.. catchy as you humans would say?” he said with a confused look.
“You liked it?” you asked with a smile. “Yes,
what is it?” “Elvis. He’s a really good singer” “May-may
you play more?” He asked, sitting on the corner of your bed. “Sure
thing! you said happily, finally finding someone who had the same music
interest as you. You could never tell Sam and Dean about your love for Elvis
because they’d probably make fun of you, even though Dean likes classic rock
"Hey Y/N? We’re home!” Dean yelled from the
kitchen, walking into your room after. “Hello Dean.” Cas smiled,
standing up to give him a warm hug. Dean wrapped his arms tight around him,
taking in his scent and smiling to himself. “I missed you, but what are
you doing here?” Dean asked. “I stopped by to see you but you were
gone so I spent time with Y/N.” he smiled at him, then smiled at you,
making you smile back.
“Ah, what’d you crazy kids do?” Dean joked,
sitting on the edge of your bed with Cas next to him. “We listened to
music, Can you take me to…to…uh…what is it called?” Cas asked you,
looking at you with confusion and sadness that he couldn’t remember. “The
music shop down the street.” you smiled. “Yeah, the music shop. Can
you take me so I can get music, please?” he asked his boyfriend, giving
him puppy eyes that he knew always worked. “Ahh okay, only for you.”
Dean smiled, brining him in for another hug, making you smile to yourself.
“So what kind of music do you want babe?” Dean
asked happily, looking at him then looking at the road. “Um..Y/N told me
you might make fun of me if I tell you..” Cas said awkwardly, folding his
hands in his lap and looking out the window, feeling his heart pound faster and
faster, not to help whenever he’s with Dean it pounds so much he thinks its
going to explode, but that’s how much he loves him.
“Babe, I know I joke around with you but I won’t make
fun of you. Besides, if you don’t tell me how am I suppose to know what to
get?” he laughed, taking his hand and holding it, giving it a tight
squeeze for a second. “Elvis. I want some Elvis records.” Cas sighed,
scared for his reply.
“Elvis huh, so Y/N got you into Elvis?” he
chuckled to himself, making Cas upset. “Y-yeah..” “Awesome, you
need to know some good music.” he smiled at him, taking Cas to surprise.
“You mean, you don’t think its funny?” “Nah, I actually like
Elvis to be honest.” Dean smiled, pulling into the music shops
driveway. "Now let’s go get you
some Elvis records buddy.“
"Hello, do you know where we can find some Elvis
records?” Dean asked the lady at the stand politely. “To your left,
can’t miss it.” she smiled, and they left with a thank you. “Holy
cow! they have tons!” Dean laughed, looking at the row of records all by
him. “I- I didn’t know there was so much, which do I choose?” Cas
asked confusingly, biting his lip trying to decide which is right, and which
“This one’s pretty good, do you want it?” Dean
asked, showing him one of the records. “Yes, that will work.” he
smiled happily, hugging the record to himself. “Ok now, don’t fall in love
with it.” Dean winked at him, making Cas blush. They paid the lady and
left to go home, to listen to Elvis for god knows how long.
“We’re back!” Dean yelled happily, laying his keys
on the stand and hanging his coat up, Cas following behind still holding on
tight to his record. “Ola amigos! Cas, did you get it?” You smiled,
running up to him and leaving Sam behind at the table while Dean goes and sits
with him. “Is this the right one?” he asked, handing you the record.
“Yup! Nice work dude, you too Dean.” you said patting his back and
walking over to Dean after, sitting at the table. Sam swallowed the lump in his
throat, remembering Twist And Shout, the fanfic he read. He always found his
brother and his boyfriend adorable, like they were meant to be. One day he was
doing research, and came across Twist And Shout.
begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the
summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is
drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one
where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with
the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially
vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time,
returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.”
He had to read it. It sounded so interesting, so magical and
so amazing. But he never expected it to make him cry for 3 hours into a pool of
his own tears. “Uh- wow Dean, surprised you allowed him to get Elvis,
isn’t he a little…old school?” Sam asked nervously, trying to hold the
tears and thoughts back. “Hey, I can dig Elvis. He’s a cool dude” he
smiled, wrapping his right arm around Cas’s shoulders and hugging him tightly,
making Cas smile softly.
Fuck, of course he had to say those exact words. Sam’s
really regretting reading that story now, more than before. “Uh- I have
to..use the..yeah bathroom.” he said shakily, pulling out his chair and
leaving as fast as he could before he bursts into tears in front of everyone.
“Wise men say, only fools rush in…But
I..can’t..help..falling in love with you.” Sam heard the record play,
making him cry more. He really felt like a teenage girl right now but who could
blame him, that story was sad as hell.
*knock knock* “Sammy, you okay in there?” You
asked, leaning your head against the bathroom door. “Y-yeah, I’m fine
just..don’t feel well.” he lied. “Let me in.” you ordered, and
he listened. He unlocked the door and you ran straight in, closing it after.
You turned around to see his cheeks all puffy and red. His eyes looked swollen,
and his lip was quivering. “Sammy honey what’s the matter?” you asked
softly, sitting next to him on the floor and wrapping an arm around his shoulder,
leaning his head on your shoulder.
“It’s nothing…It’s just…hard.” he cried.
“You read it too, didn’t you?” you asked softly,
rubbing up and down on his shoulder, knowing exactly why he was crying because
you also, have read it too.
No one understood why it took Priscilla so long to fix up the house at 144 Monovale in Hollywood. When Elvis bought it, she said it had to be fixed up a lot before they could move in. She tried to turn every house Elvis bought into a real home. The house on Monovale once belonged to the English actor, Robert Montgomery. His daughter, Elizabeth starred as the pretty young witch in the television series, “Bewitched.” It seemed strange. Priscilla spent a year working on it. She would be gone for long periods, meeting with workers and designers and so on. “How about taking me along the next time you go,” Elvis often said. She would smile and shake her head. The mystery went on for a quite a while. Then she finally announced that the place was ready to look at.
She was nervous. She watched Elvis like a hawk when he stepped inside and looked around for the first time. Elvis said nothing but began slowly moving through the house, room by room. You could tell Priscilla was edgy. From the foyer, you stepped down a couple of steps into an elegant living room in a beautiful green motif. Elvis’ piano was in the same shade of green. The room seemed to invite you to sing.
You climbed a couple of steps to enter Elvis’ private office. Priscilla had put a big television set in it with a big library shelf that you could push back into the wall and turn into a wet bar.
Another door off the foyer led into a formal dining room. There was a master chair for Elvis. There was a special chair for Priscilla who always sat at his left hand.
A stairway curved up to the balcony. My bedroom was at the top of the staircase. Elvis’ and Priscilla’s bedroom with a big fireplace was down to the right. Elvis’ bath had huge closets and a barber chair. Hers had a marble bath tub, big closets and a wall mirror and bar for her ballet exercises.
Turning right, when you left my bedroom, took you to Lisa Marie’s room with a window that overlooked the driveway and a greenhouse. The street was beyond.
Robert Montgomery’s old gymnasium upstairs had been turned into a bedroom for Sony West, one of Elvis’ personal bodyguards, and his wife, Judy.
The maid’s quarters were off the kitchen.
The large grounds surrounding the house were private domain of Priscilla’s beautiful pair of Great Danes, Brutus, and his female companion, Snoop. Brutus could easily intimidate you when he jumped up and leaned his front paws down on your shoulders. Snoopy, on the other hand, was sweet.
When Elvis completed the tour, he turned to Priscilla. He smiled. “I like it.” She grabbed him and hugged him. They held onto each other for a long time.