줄기― " They told me that I'll never succeed and I'll never fulfill my dreams but I'm not one to back down. With the support of my family, I showed them I can-by defying all odds"
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[ YEAR < April 24rth 2015 > ]
15 DAYS. It has been fifteen days since she was officially accepted as a part of the gang—Dark Crest Gang.Nearly two months since she was recruited. Thirty-four days into her covert, high-stakes training. And though no one would guess it from the outside, not even those closest to her, her soul was already weathered — stretched thin between the spotlight she shone in by day and the shadows she trained in by night.
No one knew — not her fans, not her label, not even her own parents — the kind of world she had entered. Only her Aunt Emilia and Uncle Nathan were aware, and that, too, was by accident rather than design.
Still, she carried herself with the same relentless composure that had made her a legend at just nine years old. Kala was a master of masks: cheerful, bright, blunt when necessary, witty when disarmed, and—above all else—competent. Professionals who met her once often said, "She may be the youngest in the room, but she's the one you'd hand the entire production to if something went wrong." The kind of girl who didn't ask for respect — she earned it.
But underneath the glittering titles and the carefully tailored reputation lived a different girl. One whose bruises weren't from dance choreography or skating routines. One who used skin-colored spray and waterproof concealer to erase the evidence of her nightly trials — both physical and emotional.
Kala walked out of the HQ that evening with aching limbs, her hair tied in a practical braid, sweat still clinging to her nape. The last hour had been especially brutal — hand-to-hand sparring followed by intensive language drills. Italian and Spanish were mandatory, apparently. She had picked up the basics quickly, but her brain felt like overcooked pasta. Limp. Sluggish. Ready to snap.
Her inner monologue began, as it often did when she was running on empty.
"You signed up for this so pay the price asshole" her conscience told her.
"Well I am sorry. I didn't know that there would be so many requirements that I have to meet and the training would be three times harder than the training I have went thru in Gymnastics, Figure skating combined!" She answered her conscience.