Kaia moved to Korea to live with her K-POP idol brother at 11 from Canada to follow her own dreams of becoming an idol as well. She finally made her debut at 15 years old. At the same company her best friend was debuting at around the same time. Bo...
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Kaia's POV:
It's killing me to be backstage and not up on stage performing with them. They are using my voice recordings to sing my parts of the songs. I'm so mad. Like I could have sat up there for all three of these concerts. The staff is so worried about getting things around that no one is paying me much attention. Which is fine with me.
I decide since I can't really let myself be seen by ARMY, it would cause a ruckus that I should just take the time to work on my exercises some more. My physical therapist said I'm making great strides in the week that I have been doing my therapy.
He doesn't think its going to take as long as the doctor thinks for me to be back in performing shape. I have still worked out on my upper body making sure I don't loose stamina there. But I haven't done much with my legs other than the physical therapy exercises. I don't want my right leg to become to dominant and then start to over compensate for my left leg. That could lead to problems for my right leg in the long run.
I find myself a quiet corner to start working on the exercises. I'm about halfway through the ones I have been working on this week when the boys come off stage for outfit changes and makeup touch ups.
"It's a great crowd tonight." Jimin says.
"Where's ia?" Yoongi asks.
I look up and see all seven of them looking around in a panic. Where I'm at they can't see me because I'm sitting on the floor. I stand up.
"I'm over here."
JK hurries over to me, "Why are you over here?"
"I was just doing my exercise. I wanted to be out of everyone's way."
"You already did them today." He says worriedly.
"It's not going to hurt to do them more."
"But you don't want to overdo it."
"I know that. I already talked to my physical therapist. He said I could do them twice a day as long as my foot isn't hurting. Well, it's not hurting."
"I just don't..."
"I'm not, okay?!" I snap.
"Sorry. I just want you to be able to perform again. I know how much it means to you."
"I know. Do you honestly think I would do anything to jeopardize getting back to performing?" I roll my eyes and start walking away without help or my crutches.
"Where are you going?" He calls after me.
"Bathroom."
"You should be using your crutches. Minimal weight bearing!"
I give him the middle finger over my shoulder and keep walking. I need to get away from him before either of us says something we are going to regret. I know he's right that I need to be using my crutches to be light weight on my foot, but I needed to get away quickly.
