A Tribute to K - pop

At first I didn’t think much of kpop except the occasional “Wow they’re famous. Must make a hell lot of money”. Gradually it turned into, “What’s so great about this? They’re just famous for their looks”. It took some time, and I opened up to the idea of kpop as art. That just like any other arts industry these artists’ works were praiseworthy, that they were the face of something very large. Countless people working hard behind and on the stage. Production, editing, publicity, sales, what not. True, fame and money were just fickle aspects of it, but the end result was a work of art that depicted a meaning or conveyed a message or simply entertainment. 

So now when I think about kpop my mind goes, “Whoa, this is awesome”. Soon I might be dragged into that world where I’ll be an avid fan and drown in the bliss of art and aesthetics, of idols and their lives. Will I be sucked in too?

And so, I wrote a little something to share my appreciation.

The Performance - A Tribute to K pop

The concert tickets were so much more than expensive, you were looking forward to seeing them on stage. They would light up your world, it was silent for a while. Everyone around you was holding their breath, waiting in anticipation. You were desperate, impatient, it almost verged on madness. It drove you insane, the excitement was making you sweat and in that moment, the screams started building up. You looked up, the curtains were revealing a masterpiece, a stage that was about to be conquered. People that were about to be captivated, if time could freeze then this would make the perfect moment. The 2 seconds felt like hours. The music started, your heart lurched to your throat. The screams of everyone around you hyped you even further.

The lights gleamed and moved, they moved gracefully, sang and danced with a prowess that seemed inhuman. In the moving spotlight they looked no less than angels, you looked up to them, you were looking forward to them, you were crazy about them. On the sparkling stage, they looked no less than devils, everyone including you was captivated. Your eyes were burning, you didn't want to blink. You like everyone here was hooked, addicted, captivated. The props moved along with the background dancers seamlessly. Every word, every note, every move and every stroke joined to make a story.

You would sing along with the lyrics etched inside your mind, your scratchy throat screaming the words, hoping to be heard. You were following them with your eyes, too much to follow, everything pulling you in. The art and the artist, their deadly combination made your toes curl. Your breathing increased at that one high note and so did the screams.

Then there was silence, the lights were dim. You could hear your pounding heartbeat in your ears. 

Why should they tease you so? Hold your breath. 

Wait for the spectacle. Hold your breath. 

It's going to start again. Hold your breath.

What were they going to surprise you with this time? Hold your breath. 

There was light again, it started with a bang, the beat dropped and picked up, the confetti blurred everything. All your senses were blessed. Breathtaking, Mind Blowing, did these words even do justice? No, they didn't. Why was it so short? But the ending in itself was satisfying. You adored them and now your heart was fulfilled. It was a performance,

and it had conquered the audience, the stage and you. 

Hold your breath. Because, was it truly the end? 

It might start again. Hold your breath.

Author:

Soumya Oruganti 💜

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