Befallen

PROLOGUE

I stare at the screen in front of me, reading the words over and over but they still don't seem to compute.

My laptop lays in my lap as I sit on my bed with my back propped up against the headrest. You wouldn't think that the newest producer for one of the biggest music companies in South Korea would be laying here in her one bedroom apartment with a stained t-shirt and Invader Zim slippers on, but here I am.

That's me, apparently.

No matter how many times I read the email or say it to myself in my head, it still sounds too far-fetched to be true.

But here it is in front of me. My plane ticket was booked, apartment lease signed, and email still pulled up from when I first read it two weeks ago. It still feels too good to be true. Something I've been dreaming of since I first got into music production in middle school.

My heart has felt like it's been doing flips in my chest for the past couple weeks. I wonder how it's still beating from how it's been jumping around for so long. 

But as much as the prospect excites me, it saddens at the same time.

The fact that I can uproot my life at the age of 22 and move to another country with no problem would be heartbreaking to most. But I said my goodbyes long ago.

I have no one left worth saying it to.

Always the introvert, friends weren't my forte. I've always preferred to stay in and create beats or learn a new instrument when other people my age wanted to hook up and party. 

Hell, I've only had sex once... regrettably.

I shake the memory from my head, the pain starting to gnaw at the concrete in my chest. Dylan was the past... I'm now staring at my new future.

I wouldn't call it running away, perhaps. Yeah, two years ago when I moved halfway across the country you could call it that. But now, it's more of a new beginning.

BigHit Entertainment, home of some of the biggest bands in the world right now. Who knows what the future could hold for me there. 

I wince as I shut my laptop more forcefully than intended. Setting it off to the side, I swing by legs over the side of the bed as I look around my room. Boxes are stacked in the corner filled with clothing and miscellaneous knick-knacks I've gathered from throughout the years. My furniture and walls are bare. I look at the crooked oak dresser I've had for the past two years since moving to this place and I smile. I'm gonna miss some of the memories this place held. But the fact that my new apartment in Seoul came already furnished was a welcome ease on my wallet.

I sigh as I lay back against the pillows, turning off the light on my nightstand. 

"Tomorrow's a new day. New world. New life..." I say to myself as I shut my eyes, excited but nervous for the adventure that awaits as the lights of a new city flash behind my eyelids.