The One

Chapter 3

What a day! I yawn as I make my way down the front steps of my university. I am studying for a Bachelor of Music at the University of Sydney. One day I hope to become a well-known songwriter for popular singers.

I don't want to take the stage myself. I could never have the charisma – or the death wish. Becoming a singer means I lose everything. My privacy, my family, my friends, my thoughts, everything. They look happy on TV and in photos, but in reality, many of them lose what makes them human, or the will to be human. I'd rather be behind the stage making it happen for those crazy enough to do it.

Thinking about my dreams makes me a little nervous.

I want to be in a production room with foam sound-proof walls, surrounded by talented kids nervously making requests and slowly working on their skills.

Then, I want to be in a room surrounded by legends wanting my production abilities. I want to be one of the producers that are mentioned in famous albums that get labelled legendary albums.

I want to be involved in that process. But I don't want to be the star of the show, just one of the people who helped make it happen.

I am rudely awakened from my thoughts and dreams as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and check to see who's calling. It's a private number.

Strange, who could it be?

"Hello, this is Lilly speaking," I answer, perplexed.

"Uhhh..."

"Can I help you?" I hear a shuffling and scraping in the background, followed by some muffled whispers I can't make out.

"Hello?"

"Hi, who's this?" I ask, a crease appearing on my forehead.

"Hey, this is Namjoon from the other night, what's up?"

Oh, it's the Korean singers from work the other night. I should save this number.

"Hey, Namjoon," I switch to Korean, "Why have you called me?"

"Ah, it wasn't me. Jimin wants to speak with you, but he got startled when you answered in English," Namjoon chuckles, switching to Korean as well, "Do you want me to put him back on?"

"Yeah, sure," I quickly check my surroundings, hoping no one can see me blushing.

"H-Hello," Jimin mumbles quietly. I blush even more. I don't know why, but this guy gives me butterflies. It's not because he's famous, I can talk to Namjoon easily. Something about him is... cute.

"Hello," I mumble, grinning, "What can I do for you?"

"Ahh," Jimin chuckles cutely, "You don't have to be formal with me,"

"Ah, sorry," I giggle.

Jesus Christ, why does this guy make me so giddy?

"I was wondering... if you're not busy... or anything... if you'd like to meet up with me later, or...?" Jimin mutters, obviously flustered, "If you're too busy I can call back, or not call, or..." I laugh, butterflies erupting violently in my lower abdomen.

"No, I just got out of school, that would be nice," I grin as I hear one of the members cheer him on in the background.

"Shut up!" There is some more shuffling, which suggests Jimin has left the room, "So, uhm... where do you want to go?"