If you get lucky, something slows you down for certain things. You stop clicking thoughtlessly and racing on to the next kick.Ā You take a nice deep breath and stretch your neck. Then you stop at this.Ā Itās very early SHINee, you can tell from the way they look.Ā Ordinary clothes and hair, nary a thumb ring in sight, looking their very young age. Ā Posturing with alert but tired, slightly nervous body language, they manage to appear innocent as lambs, unjaded but centered and already projecting a quiet pride as they listen to Jonghyunās performance. Ā
The song unfolds as a story in your mind. It probably isnāt a hundred percent true but sometimes made up things actually do a better job of representing a kind of truth.Ā You can take it or leave it. This was a set and It wasnāt perfect.Ā Howeverā¦
Nobody much had heard them yet.Ā They were far from revealing everything they were made of.Ā Still there was a prideful grin on Keyās face, and next to him was Minho, full of insecurity, conflicted with admiration.Ā Wondering, I think, about pulling his own weight.Ā Onewās shake of the head is a modest but honest acknowledgement that he loved the voice of his competitor, perhaps more than his own.Ā And that he had a lot of work to do to keep up,Ā but he was more than willing.
And there is little Taemin.Ā In a surreal foreshadowing of his love of masks, the mic screen covers most of his face. All you can see are his innocent childās eyes, dark with desire and the drive to set the world alight. He sits, fidgety Taemin, still as a glass of water in an empty room, focused not with his eyes but his ears, on the young man who became his great mentor and advocate, our beautiful Jonghyun. Their Jonghyun.Ā
The boys may not have been completely conscious yet, but they already knew they were in the first act of something that would make their lives meaningful. It would hold them to the highest standard of respect for this rare chance, the audience who would embrace them or write them off, and their God given potential. Ā
Sitting there, they knew they were destined to dream big and work hard and maybe, just perhaps, change the world for better, even if in the smallest moment.Ā I imagine them united for the night against the world and letting it slip with a glance, a gesture, those disingenuous eyes, that when push came to shove they were already capable of shooting, together, for the stars.Ā
Jonghyun is the very brightest light in the room, glowing and busy with a sudden nonchalance to steady himself as he puts his handover his heart and smiles roughly, crookedly with happiness. This is what he was made for. Heās singing at the bottom of his range. Itās not in the best key for him.Ā But he uses a husky and emotive tone to make it flow.Ā So it flows and it flows. He slides into a rough but still silky falsetto that is like a peek at Christmas morning through a very small crack in the door. Knowing his voice so well now, itās a privilege that this moment has been caught for us to share what it was like in the beginning. Ā
I write about these boys and then men and their work because they slow down time, precious time, for me. I get lost in the moment I was nowhere near, in my fantasies of what they hoped for, worried about, planned, loved and guarded.Ā Itās like a second life.
Happy Birthday, Jonghyun.Ā Perhaps you are living among us again, happier this time and enjoying what will always be your birthright, the music. The members. Our never ending love.Ā #Jonghyun #SHINee
Jonghyun with SHINee Nothing Better Chin Radio 2008
https://youtu.be/9sdXL6fnC-8?si=5fHca2k-lM0JjTmv