[STATUS: On Hiatus]
Seanne Park once considered music as her life. But after her parents separated, Seanne started keeping away from the very craft that she once love more than anything else.
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In college, she has to go to the Albertson University...
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"Why didn't you tell me?" Julia squealed as she clasped my hands together when I met her in the canteen after class to grab some snacks. "You're Kookie Alistair's personal assistant, oh my gosh!"
I sighed as I pull my hands from her and sit down, "So? What's the big deal?"
"The big deal?" she repeated and sat beside me, "It's the Kookie Alistair we're talking about here. He might be new yet, having debuted only last year, but he's gaining popularity."
I just stared at her. So that explains why people are now paying extra attention to me. Just because they saw me approach him?
"So, Seanne, tell me, what do you do for him?" she asked with obvious excitement.
"Just some errands," I answered and struck the straw into my banana milk. Kookie Alistair's face flashed into my mind. He must like banana milk because he drank the two I bought him without a word. Or was he just hungry?
"How did you become his PA?"
I sighed and shook my head at Julia, "Consider me unlucky."
She frowned at me and slapped me on the shoulder, "Unlucky? Many girls would have loved to be at your place, Seanne."
I eyed her suspiciously, "Don't tell me you're one of his fans?"
She giggled, "Well, not really. But I like his music. Would you ask an autograph from him?"
"Of course NOT!" I said, that's the last thing I wanted to do, to ask that monster some autographs.
"Me too!"
I was shocked when a girl approached me.
"Me too! Can you ask for an autograph for me?" she said.
Other students heard her, and in no time, I was being flocked left and right, with note pads pushed onto me.
"Wait, wait!" I said and pushed them all. "Can you all get a grip!"
"Please? His management is too strict we can't approach him within 5 meters," a girl in braids said.
"Yeah," her friend agreed, "If you want, we can pay you."
"Yes! Any amount you want!"
"I will pay too!"
"Me too!"
They started to move towards me again so I raised my hands in front of me and shouted, "STOP."
They will pay me?
I smiled, "Are you sure you'll pay me?"
"Yes!" they said in chorus.
"Okay. Write your name on a paper and I will ask for a sign," I said and they obeyed. Julia pulled me, "What?" I muttered.
"You're really going to ask for payment?" she asked.
