Park Chaeyoung is a 24 year old, unhappy, pre-med student struggling to pay her rent. When one day she fell through her mirror and experienced her life in another universe. Would she pursue the woman of her dreams and live the life she always wanted...
My finger grazes the screen as it loads in a video. Loud music played through the speaker as I jumped and quickly turned the volume down. Smiling apologetically at David when he peered back through the mirror, heat going up my neck and face.
Giggles and music played through the speaker as I saw myself dancing to 'Kill this Love'
"Woop! Chaeyoung! Wowwwwww!" I heard a familiar voice―Lisa's―scream.
"Is it just me or is it getting hot in here" Someone giggled
"I know right, Jennie?" Lisa said to the voice behind her―Jennie's
"Guys stoppp" I heard myself say from the video, not stopping my dancing
More giggles erupt and I was amazed at myself, the body rolls, and how I managed to stay on the beat when I was pretty sure I can't dance at all.
When the music came to an end, I saw the camera shake and made out me walking towards the girls "How was tha- wait! You were filming?! Lisaaaaaaaa!" I heard myself yell "You're dead meat!!" The video and the car halted to a stop there.
"We're here, Miss" David says as he opened my door. Stealing a glance at the phone
When did he even get out of the car? I smiled politely and nodded thanks as I climbed out. Before I knew it, I was being dragged by a blonde―Miyeon
"Your late missy! Come on, the hair and makeup needs to be done" She says as she shoves a sandwich into my arms
Before I knew it, I was sitting in a chair munching away on that sandwich while someone tended my hair.
Testing the waters, I asked the stylist, "What do you think of the group?"
Shooting me a quick, weird glance, she answered, "Blackpink? You girls are pretty amazing."
You girls... I'm part of it? I nodded and continued to eat.
"Are you finished with that? I'll call Maeng to do the make-up" She suddenly said as she pointed towards the empty wrapper.
"Ah... Yes. Thank you" I said, smiling towards her, embarrassment creeping its way up my neck.
The time crawled by slowly as the awkward tension that was left untended goes by, both stylists working hard and fixing up little details. As soon as they were done, another woman came in with a dress and jewelry.
"Here, try these on, we might need to adjust some parts"
Gawking at the beautiful dress that probably costed more than my old apartment, I took it in my hands. Realizing I was supposed to put it on, I looked over at her, wondering if she was supposed to leave the room, but she didn't.
So I changed into the dress right there, it wasn't too bad since we had locker rooms in high school and we constantly had to change there for P.E. As I put it on, I could feel that it is a bit short as I tugged at the hem by my thighs.
"It looks great on you, hold on though. I will get you a pair of safety shorts. Why don't you put the boots on." She said, gesturing at the knee-high boots by the table.
"Okay...thanks" I replied, relieved to have something cover me up a little bit. As I tried on the boots, they looked great and matched. The only problem was that I wasn't used to walking in heels, all I wore around the college campus was beat-up sneakers.
As she came back in, she handed me the shorts and looked at me up and down, "Looks great! Come out when you're done, we can start shooting"
She left the room and I put the shorts on. Breathing as my heart raced, thinking about what was about to happen. For the last time I looked at the mirror, I have to say, It looked nice on me.
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I walked out the door, greeted by a photographer with a french accent
"Wonderful! You look gorgeous, let's get you to the set" He beamed
Flushing under his gaze, I nodded and followed behind him. We arrived at a set with bright lights. The same photographer instructed me to stand. Remembering the models I've seen on magazine covers, I put on my game face and posed as he told me to.
"You're a natural Rosé! Tilt your head a bit towards the light!" He shouts, with camera shutters clicking away.
I nodded, altering my position. Rosé...that's my name. I thought to myself as more photos were taken.
The shooting went by pretty fast, I have to say I quite enjoyed it. I had 3 other outfits and I really came to appreciate the stylists, the outfits complimented me well. After the shooting, changed back to my clothes and remembered. Right! Lisa...her solo!
