Midnight

EP 1: Where You Sent Me a Video

MIDNIGHT EP1: Where You Sent Me a Video

"WHERE'S the assistant? We need her right now!"

"Ma'am, she's on the way."

"What?"

I look at my reflection in the mirror. I can't blame her, the assistant was still missing in action despite of a very important event.

"Lift your head," The make-up artist told me. I was busy surfing on the internet while waiting for my cue.

"Jun-Seo?" I heard my manager called me. "What about this post?"

I can already see the creased on his forehead. He showed me his phone like I've been blind for so long.

"That's a picture." I told him.

That's my post last night and I don't see anything wrong about it.

"I know!" He exhaled. "You're being too careless! I already told you about the sispatch around! Can't you see the girl behind you? This might cause you in trouble! Didn't you think of editing or removing it before posting?"

The makeup artist excused herself. "It doesn't matter how clean your personal life, if they saw something unfamiliar in your posts, they'll get you by hook or by crook and everything you dig for will just fade."

Yes, that stupid reason. I exhaled deeply meeting his gaze. "What do you want me to do then?"

"Delete!"

"JUNSEO! SARANGHAE!"

I was exhaling heavily while waving at my fans. They're the reason why I'm always blessed and lucky to have this life and I'll do everything to keep them.

"Thank you," I bowed. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes!" They answered. I can't see them clearly because of the lights only their merch and light sticks.

"Encore!" They yelled when I turn to leave. I smiled a little for hearing that request. The producers also didn't expect that and they're just looking at me like the answer is still on me.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes!" They screamed.

I shrug my shoulder and wipe the sweat on my forehead.

"Then, I'll give you more." I winked.

I plopped myself through the middle seat of the van, my manager followed and sat in front. It's past 11PM when the show ended. I just gathered all my stuffs and went home to my space.

"8AM will be your shoot for the Walking Man show, you'll be one of the guests for that episode. Avoid having resting face. Look at yourself."

I nodded. "Okay."

I massaged the temple of my head because it's getting hurt this past few days. I chose this path so there's nothing I could complain about.

"I'll meet you later," The manager told me before he closed the door. I immediately went to my room and check the composition I made last night. I do this often when I still have time. There's nothing to worry about my sleeping schedule because I get used to it a lot.

I sighed when it finishes in the middle. I still can't get it done and there's something missing. It's not complete yet, and I'm not satisfied through the incomplete piece, though the tune and melody is already good to hear.

"I need some inspiration," I tap my chin and leans on the swivel chair.

When I'm experiencing this block of inspirations I found myself walking outdoor but it's already dangerous outside so that's not the solution for today.