[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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I reread Mngr. Ysidro's message as I sat down on my bed drying my hair.
[Nurse Dianne said she thinks Seanne has an anxiety disorder. But judging from the way she handled herself, she might have received treatment before]
"Anxiety disorder?" I muttered to myself and put my phone on the bed. Who would have expected a person like her who seems to have a strong personality suffer from such?
But what could have triggered her?
"Was it the music?" I remembered having my sounds on full when I opened the door to talk to her. "But she looks pale even before that... What could have happened before she came to my studio?"
My phone beeped. I took it and saw Yerin's name on my screen.
[Are you busy?]
Grinning, I dialed her number.
"Hello? Yerin, what is it?" I got up and went to my living room.
"Kookie. Well, something's up," she sounded worried.
"Why, what happened?"
"Well... I don't know who to call. It's Seanne. She told me she's going out, but it's already almost midnight. I don't have her number..."
I froze and my grip on the phone tightened. So she went out even though she fainted just this afternoon? I clearly told her to sleep early, why did she even get out?!
"Hello, Kookie, are you still there?"
I cleared my throat, "Yes, sorry, did she tell you where she's going?"
"No. But she put on a thick jacket, she didn't bring a bag though."
"Okay. I'll try calling her. Message me if she comes back. Bye." I hung up and dialed Seanne's number. But only the operator answered me.
Where the heck is she now?
I grabbed my jacket, cap and facemask then went out. I continued dialing her number, but still she's not picking up. I was already at the lobby when I stopped: why did I go out? It's not as if I know where to find her.
I sighed and stopped calling her number.
I turned to go back.
But what if she fainted somewhere?
Tsk. Why am I even bothering?
Suddenly, my phone rang.
/My PA calling.../
"Tss. Ignoring my calls and then now...," I muttered and went up the stairs before swiping to accept. "What?"
