To begin with, Standing Under The Umbrella was inspired by my favourite songs at Spotify. If weren't for those songs, this story wouldn't have shown up or uploaded at Wattpad.
I was just a girl with ample leisure time and felt worthless (to be honest) scrolling down from online news to flipping ink printed newspaper pages, cover to cover, I saw that everyone was contributing themselves to help out during the coronavirus outbreak. Their story was great and amazing, to be truthful. And that's where it left me to think about myself. "I've been doing the same lazy routine every day," I thought.
I, my desk and my schedule were left. Then, one day, my sister bragged about her friend who wrote a fantastic, brilliant story called 'His' on Wattpad, which had more than thousands of views. "Oh, my god" My eyes widened and swore that my very jaw would break apart.
Competition, I would say, raised my spirits to open the app that hasn't been touched for years, Wattpad, and type down story ideas that were appearing in my head. I spent countless nights, days, trying to get it right.
After a few hundred words, my head was empty and I didn't have any other ideas. I spun my chair and looked at my left, where my library was. Books filled the shelves from top to bottom until there were books stacked on top of another on the floor due to the space limit. I am not a fan of books, I read only some of them.
I picked out a book and saw the structure and the way they put the words and how it was meaningful and shows a lot of actions. I encouraged myself to study the book and sure, listen to a couple of songs: lofi-beats, Khai Dreams, CIKI and more. The lyrics gave me ideas that were useful in my story.
Writing the story down, I planned to write something fresh, bland and touching. Great, I had the right Idea. I flipped open my old books and saw that I used to favour a specific character with an attitude of ice with a hint of humour, hair white as snow, eyes dark as pearls and a depressing background story. Perfect.
Dragging her into the story had made me ever so close to my past memories. I opened the book again and saw striking characters: Asahi, Aiko, Liam, etc. I didn't stop writing continuously until life greeted me with a gift- work, loads of them. My Ideas soon was about to fade but I kept on referring to my old books and write down ideas whenever it appears. My time spent in front of my laptop lessen and I began slacking off. And that's how Standing Under The Umbrella, also known as S.U.T.U, gets the flow of its story.
Kori, a daughter of a millionaire was raised by her father with no mother. All of her mother's background was gone or simply covered by her father, Mr Yotashima. Growing in the care of nobody has lead rumours about her. Her classmates at school began to tease her, push her around and whatnot. She knew that she can't fight back, it will just worsen the rumours. Hiding in the darkness, the only light that appeared was when she was at the bottom of her pit: Asahi. But that memory of the boy has seemed to disappear along with the rest. Slowly, her memories appear together with the people involved.
I hope I have told you enough. Sorry and happy 100 views!