"neon nae-yeo-ja-ya" (You're My Girl)

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4:00 am and my alarm was blaring at me. I groaned loudly and started slamming my hand on the side table, trying to find my phone. Once I finally found it, I turned off the obnoxious alarm and forced myself to sit up. I'm usually an early bird and was used to getting minimal sleep so the fact that I had only slept 3 hours wasn't a big deal to me. I rubbed my eyes trying to wake myself up. As I got up, I grabbed my phone and headed to the bathroom. I turned on my Spotify playlist, hit shuffle and started washing up. A song played that I didn't quite recognize and sounded nothing like what the rest of BTS's music did to me. I wash the cleanser off my face and look at my phone as I wipe my face; Agust- D? Why does that sound so familiar?

I started doing my hair and makeup, preparing for the day; making sure to pack my smaller toiletry bag so that I could touch up while we were on the go today. I did my normal makeup and I curled my long black hair with a wand, leaving the ends straight; you know, to give that whole "looks like sex hair but it actually took an hour to do" kinda look. I started leaving the bathroom to head to the bedroom to prepare my outfit for the day. I knew it needed to be something that could transition in to all of the different activities going on today. I ended choosing a pair of high waisted, cropped red tartan printed pants, a distressed Rolling Stones T-Shirt, and my white Air Force ones. I packed my leather jacket and black Gucci boots to switch it up for the show. I head back to the bathroom to add jewelry and a spritz of perfume and decide to be bold and added red lipstick. As I was trying my hardest to apply the lipstick without smudging or smearing it, it dawned on me... AGUST-D... isn't that Yoongi?

He fascinated me. He was so quiet but so deadly; a literal triple threat when it came to the music industry. A producer, a rapper, a dancer... there wasn't anything he seemingly couldn't do. It reminded me to try and take a little time to get to know some of the other, more quiet, members of bangtan.

By the time I finished and  packed up everything I was going to be taking with me, it was 8:20 which left me more than enough time to head out to the coffee shop that was right down the street from the hotel. I'm one of those people who drinks copious amounts of cold brew daily; it's my weakness. I leave my equipment bag by the door, grab my bag, make sure I have my key and credentials, and head out the door.

As I open the door I see security standing in front of the elevators.

"joeun achimimnida" I say, and all three of them look up at my surprised. I was trying to take any spare time I could to learn as many common Korean phrases as possible.

"I'm just going to go down to the coffee shop, i'll be right back", I say to them politely.

"Okay Ms. Eleanor," says one of them as he holds open the elevator door for me and presses the Lobby button. "Please phone us if you need anything".

I smile graciously at them, "I will, thank you so much".

The elevator doors close and I ride down to the Lobby in silence. This would probably be the only time today where I would have a moment like this, so I take a deep breath and basque in the silence. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. I walk out, pull up my face mask, and make my way to the front doors of the lobby to head out to the street. I take a left and make my way down the street to the coffee house.  I can smell the coffee as I get closer and my mouth begins to water as I dream of the iced americano i'm about to devour. I step into the cafe and stand in line behind a guy and wait my turn.

As I'm waiting, I hear my phone ring. I pull it out of my pocket and see "Taehyungie" flash across the screen. I smile and slide my finger over to answer.

"Morning, Taehyungie" I say sweetly.

"Hi Noona. We came to your room to see you and you're not here" he says. I hear Jimin in the background whining "Nooooooona! Where are you?!"

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