Even the Abyss Rocks
There was once a music genius named Seonggwang. By the way, it's a single-character name. Just Gwang. Don't ask why it's such a weird one—I don't know either.
Let me give you the rundown, skipping all that drawn-out backstory bullshit. Stuff like getting abandoned by his parents as a kid or suffering abuse alone in an orphanage? Nah, that doesn't fly with today's trends. He was a trendsetting new-gen musician, after all. In this fast-paced world craving stimulation, you've gotta keep up quick and sharp.
"Alright, let me explain it again."
There was once a music genius named Seonggwang. He's a pianist. A music producer who'd been riding high on a fresh, ethereal image with a cute, bubbly concept.
Then one day, he got caught red-handed trying to fuck a married actress in her own house.
End of story. That's my tumble into the abyss, summed up in three lines. Pretty concise, huh? Bonus: my current mood in one word.
"Fuck."
I'm screwed.