RNA

ASSOCIATION OF ARTISTRY SOCIETY [AAS]

INSIDE THE SYMPOSIUM

They all kept their gaze at her instead of paying attention to what she was presenting. Standing before them was the pregnant one best Korean rapper. Pacing back and forth while explaining what she had on the slideshow.

Though she has a tiny bitsy voice like a fallen angel, but the officials, directors and all could still capture every word she says. After all there's a stereo headset mic on her head to her ear and then mouth, which is enough for her little voice to go broad a bit. Even as they're all in a deep daze and in passion with her precious pearly white skin. Some wished to touch the hair of her skin just the hair and nothing more than that.

She was wearing a red large loose fit fleeting gown. Which makes her look tender, innocent and sweet in it. Her hair remain tied into a two neat ponytails with red scrunchies. The gown has a robe lightly tied at the back. Exposing her upper white back area and increasing her height a bit with transparent glass stilettos. She had a very light makeup on.

Their obsessions for her is too much but they're not blind to see that she's heavily pregnant. Though they asked her to seat and relax a couple of times but seems like she's a bit harsh and stubborn as she refuse several times and insist to remain standing. All her assistants, managers, executives and directors are also amongst the guests and officials.

It's a very important presentation between artists only. In other words, everyone presently in the hall are basically in the field of artistry. While some sensible ones are busy taking notes and jotting down facts of what she's justifying, some foolish ones where there, gulping down in anticipation. Despite she is pregnant, they could still see her former stature when she wasn't pregnant. And that, they're in love with.

"Music! As we all know, is a pleasant sound to the ear. We all are fans of musical hints and it has become a part of our RNA. Too bad, am soaked in as well." She chuckled. "It sucks our soul in no matter how moody we can be."

Swiping over the screen by the bottom with her pinky finger, she further continued, "So many years ago in 800 BCE the first recovered piece of recorded music was found. It was basically written in cuneiform and that was religious hymns."

A familiar man whom just walked in and was taking his seats while ignoring the weird faces staring at him, uplift his finger and she gasped 'Sebastian what are you doing in here'?

"Pardon me ma'am, if I may ask, when was music created and by whom?" He sat with arms crossed on the extra large table. Awaiting an answer from the teacher.

Meanwhile, while there was sudden silence around, all gaze were stuck up on the unexpected being who was comfortable seated amongst the expected ones. Though they couldn't utter a single word, he wasn't new to them. A lot of them has seen his face on TV, while many has shook hands with him in different functions and occasions.

A lot knew him as the Korean rapper's fiance after the announcement on TV after the nomination and gala. He was actually right, it went viral.

His brows arc upwards as he clears his throat and smile at her who was still standing froze at his sudden appearance.

"Umm–yes, back to your question Mr....Flynn?" She silently gritted her teeths within herself while pronouncing the last word.

Who invited him anyway? He never said he was gonna be here. Jin-joo asked herself in her thoughts with brows slightly scrunched confusedly. After Sebastian left the hospital, he drove a hundred and eighty miles with high speedometer just to meet up with her conference. It wasn't hard for him to get in, despite all the securities and guards around, he got his way through. He is famous and well-known as the cruelest young multi billionaire and noble prince in all tycoons.

"Music started being notated in the medieval period of music." She faked a grin.

"And when was the medieval period of music?"

Her hands clenched on the sides of her dress, she bear to digest his teases. She could see him smiling while tapping his fingers on the table. "Well umm–" She scratched her head without confirming from the slideshow. "500–1400?"

"Hmm, are you guessing?" He's not pulling her legs. All he just wants to do is make her more quick-witted and adjacent with her intelligence.

Oh gosh, he is pushing her to the wall in front of everyone. The others couldn't help but chuckle silently. Since he walked in, they were verily afraid to amorously glare at her.

Though they wanted to speak their minds that this wasn't a family interference meeting so he should back off, but at the same time, they where timid.

"Of course not, Mr Sebastian Flynn." Quickly, without waiting for him to say anything, she turn towards the screen to explain further. But he interrupted again.

"Excuse me ma'am, you haven't answered my question in full."

'Argh! Sebastian.' She roared underneath her breathe. "But I already did, Mr?" She scoffed.

"My question was when was music created and by whom? But you only sai–"

"Musical notation was invented by a man named 'Guido of Arezzo' Now back to my main discussion..." She quickly answered annoyingly and swipe over on the slideshow.

He smiled. He knew she was already angry and mad at him. And he also knew how a 'Don't touch me tonight' Signal is awaiting him after the session.

"The music of prehistoric cultures is first firmly dated to c. 40,000 BP of the Upper Paleolithic by evidence of bone flutes, though it remains unclear whether or not the actual origins lie in the earlier middle paleolithic period 300,000 to 50,000 BP. It–"

Cutting her off, Sebastian raised a finger, "Another question ma'am. Why was it bones as flute? Why wasn't it the branches from papaya trees?"

"Ah, precisely Mr Flynn." The overall head of directors clapped his hands and everyone did the same with impressive smiles on their faces.

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