[Student Voices] Apt., Boombayah, and the Beauty of Silence
One night after 10 p.m., I was working on some math problems. But I couldn’t concentrate, as Rosé’s “Apt.” kept playing in my head. Apateu, Apateu, Apateu, Apateu... Uh—uh-huh, uh-huh. My pencil tapped along to the rhythm without me noticing, and...