I'm With The Band (EXO Fanfic)

{Chapter One}

I felt the sweat running down my face, as I heard the crowd cheer loudly, “Encore! Encore!” I smiled down at the thousands people staring at me. Amazing, just simply amazing.

And just as I opened my mouth to give them what they wanted, a familiar voice called out to me.

 “Chloe?”

Um, sorry but Chloe is in the middle of a beautiful dream right now so she wouldn't mind if you came back after an hour or so, thank you.

“Chloe?!”

Didn't I tell you leave me alone?

“Chloe!” The voice yelled again, leaving a loud ‘bang’ on the table, as my eyes flew open, only to meet the gaze of my very angry teacher.

“Are you paying attention?”

I cleared my throat nervously, “No, not really, ma’am.”

She sighs, as she shakes her head in disappoint, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sorry; I’ll cut out of it right now.”

She turns to leave, but I hear her mumble something inaudible beneath her breath, but I have a fairly good idea of what she would’ve said.

I looked around the classroom, to see my classmates all looking at me judgingly, mocking whispers filling the quiet room. I knew better that I should stop doing this every single lesson... never paying attention and daydreaming, but the thing is, I don’t have time to care about my reputation.

I’ve been so busy with auditions and sending request letters to all the entertainment companies, and of course, only to be rejected by them all.

Have you ever wanted anything so badly that you would do literally anything to achieve it? 

Well, for me, I’ve always dreamed of being a k-pop idol.

And before you go “oh god, not another girl with a snobby dream”, I’m going to stop you right there. Although you might see it that way, I don’t want to be a singer for just the fame. I want to become one because I wanted my music to be heard. I want my dance to be seen.

I want to be that girl who everyone points at and says: that’s her, the one with the amazing voice, the one that sang that song. I want to be that girl who lets people know that she dances to her original choreography. I want to be that girl who manages to bring happiness to people just from her lyrics. 

But you know what they say. There’s a reason why dreams are called dreams.

I was never born with anything truly unique or anything stood out a lot about my appearance. And that was probably why I would get rejected in an instant by all the auditions I’ve been to. They never gave me an opportunity once they saw that I was nothing special. I was never given a chance to broadcast my voice. I was just my boring self but if I had to say one positive thing about me was that I was persistent. I didn’t give up on what I wanted.

And that’s why I’m not going to be giving up on this dream anytime soon.

I sighed.

I didn’t have many friends in this school, as I was too stuck-up, weird, or annoying to get along with. I didn’t blame them for thinking this way of me though, if I was someone else, I wouldn’t hang out with myself either.

The bell for lunch rang, as people scurried out of the classroom quickly. A couple of girls stayed, pulling out their laptops. I knew exactly what they were going to do. Go on Tumblr, or Weibo or whatever sites their favourite idols frequently used and stare at it the entire break.