a few hours later...
I could hear my phone buzzing but where the heck is it?! I dug through the messy pile of books on the table, sensing the vibration as my hand reached for it. I flipped it open, reading the screen - Chonsa - before hitting the answer button.
"Yoboseyo."
"DONGSAENG! WHAT'RE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?" Her enthusiastic voice screamed in my ear.
"Ya~ Just finishing up my homework. Wae?"
"Come to school now! You have to see this!"
"Its five o'clock. What're you doing in school at this time anyway?"
"Uh..long story. Mary and Baekhee are on their way over."
"What about Euri? Why are you calling me over but not Euri?"
"Euri goes to drum lessons silly. Besides you're my friend, and I did texted Euri about it."
"Okay..."
"See you in five minutes! Oh, meet me in the auditorium!"
"Wait-" But she hung up already. I glanced at the messy pile of books on the table and decided to clean it after I got back. I changed into a pair of jeans and a simple tee. I left a note for my godmother, in case she comes home early and I'll be out later than I think I would be, informing her on my whereabouts.
As I set foot into the breezy outdoors, I wondered what possible thing that Chonsa could get all excited about until its required for everyone's attention.
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When I arrived at school, I find my way to the auditorium. I could hear the screams of electric guitars combined with the banging of the drums and if I’m not mistaken, heavy bass playing.
I quietly entered the auditorium through the back and noticed Chonsa’s figure sitting on the last row, her back facing me. It was very dark, but the light on the stage overcast a bit of light. I noticed a familiar figure on the stage.
I squinted and see Yonghwa still in his uniform, but he ditched the necktie and blazer,standing in front of a mic, a black electric guitar in hand. On his left was another guitarist, a boy with black, thick and wavy hair, wearing a simple white tee paired with a pair of blue jeans. On his right was who I think is the bassist, playing a light brown bass and the drums were behind Yonghwa, played by a boy with messed hair, wearing a bright yellow scarf around his neck.
I stood there, mesmerized by the scene. Yonghwa’s voice filled the atmosphere, singing the lines, “Naega nal ddeonal georan jikgomi wa~” followed by the other guitarist’s line, “Don’t give up.”
I felt a tug of force pulled me forward and I snapped out of it.
“Glad you could make it!!! Doesn’t Yonghwa look cute?” I could see a tint of red on Chonsa’s cheeks.
“Shikkeureo.” I punched her arm lightly and I followed her back to her seat. We watched in silence at Yonghwa and his band playing a number of songs. In the middle of the first song, Baekhee followed by Mary slipped in the seats beside us.
During their break, I glanced at Baekhee’s beaming face as she chatted annoyingly to
Mary about how adorable her bassist is. I could see how Mary tried tolerating with Baekhee’s arm slaps, I grinned as Mary hit her back and warned her to stay calm, and Chonsa out of nowhere, burst in exuberance and high-fived Baekhee.
