Dannie Kim was a Korean-English singer who was signed to Columbia Records. She always dreamed of meeting at least one of her idols in life. Everyone who had ever asked her who she was talking about was always shocked to figure out who it was. It was...
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** third person pov**
The Kim girl had been live streaming on Instagram for around an hour getting ready for the day and just laughing along with her fans when a particular comment caught her eye.
It was from another verified account that she didn't recognize as one of the usual ones that joined her lives occasionally. It was from a very special account.
Her mouth dropped and just stared as the comment got lost in the other chaos of her viewers until she finally snapped out of it, "Oh my god guys- the McLaren account just commented." she managed to mutter out.
The team's comment read, "We can't wait to see you on the grid this weekend!" before getting lost in the sea of other comments.
Of course you could see the excitement in her eyes but her face quickly morphed into something of worry. She dropped the eye shadow brush in her hand and looked quickly around the room before looking directly at the camera, "I've got to go and pack, oh my- I am going to be so screwed!" Dannie yelled at herself.
Waving goodbye to the viewers of the livestream she ended it and ran back into her bedroom trying to find her suitcase under her bed.
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**Dannie's pov**
I was going so going to be late to the airstrip tomorrow morning. The private jet was going to be picking me up at five am sharp. Meaning I had to be there even earlier to make sure that I didn't leave them waiting on me.
Grabbing my two green suitcases out and pulling them onto the top of my bed and quickly unzipping both of them.
Looking at the clock on my bedside table and then back at the daunting suitcases, I took a deep breath and went into my closet. Between the time I had to get to sleep and now was about three hours.
After my shower I had spent way too much time just sitting around trying to write when I knew all too well that there was no chance of anything coming from it.
For weeks I had been hitting constant dry spells for some unknown reason. It had never happened to me before and it was worrying me to no end. I mean this was my job, my career, so I needed to be able to write songs.
Whilst I was grabbing different pieces of clothing from my drawers and hangers I tried to think of other things I could pair them with. It wasn't just clothes for the race and making sure I made a good impression, but also taking things back to London with me that I had kept here.
That was the most difficult thing about living in two completely different countries. Both houses having completely different items and not having the ability to take everything with me whenever I switched.
