"Annyeonghaseyo.Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" The receptionist greeted welcomingly as she looked up at the young adult, her bright expression faltering when she got a good look at the man.
"A-annyeonghaseyo, I'm uhhh... I'm here for the audition." The young adult stuttered, a bruise on the corner of his lips and a busted lip.
"Ok..." The receptionist said skeptically then pulled out a clipboard and flipped through the papers.
"Alright, please follow me." The woman stood up and started walking towards a hallway with the man following a few steps behind.
They went up the elevator and walked down another hallway then stopped outside one of the many rooms, the receptionist looked through the small window of the door to find it occupied.
"You can sit and wait right here." The woman gestured to the row of seats next to the door. "You can go in once the person currently auditioning comes out."
The young adult nodded as he put his bags down onto an empty seat.
"Good luck." The woman wished with a nervous smile as the young man nodded with an awkward one.
The woman left going back down the elevator as the man sat down on the seat closest to the door, pulling out a notebook from his bag.
He opened it.
The notebook was filled with a mixture of mediocre and messy handwriting with a few neat and elegant ones here and there.
It was his lyric book, where he wrote down lyric and song ideas if it pops up in his mind with someone else occasionally adding a little bit of touch to it, those belonged to the neat and elegant handwriting ones.
"You are my favorite notification."
A memory flashed in his mind, an image of the girl, Angelina, giggling and smiling at him.
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