*2 years later*
I was fluent in Korean. Finally.
I could read all the signs, I could hold conversations, I could understand K-pop songs. I was so happy.
I was 20 now, and I finished my second year in college.
I knew that if I took a break before going to a four year college, I wouldn't want to go back. But I took one anyways.
I was still living with my dad, but I was looking at apartments close by.
For my birthday, which was in October, my dad had gotten me the best present ever: BTS concert tickets. Well, just one really. It was super expensive, and my dad trusted me to go alone.
The concert was in two hours, and I was so excited. I grabbed all of my stuff, told my dad bye, then drive to the arena.
The line to get inside was really long, and it was cold outside, so I was shivering. The line moved fairly fast though, so in about 15 minutes, I was inside. The arena was loud, and hot, and full.
It was awesome.
I bought a light stick, a t-shirt, and a bunch of other stuff that was way over priced.
I hurriedly found my place. I was kind of close to the stage, but definitely not right up against. And that was okay with me, because I could see the boys much better this way.
It was about 20 minutes after the starting time when the lights turned off, and the start of 'Run' started to play. Everybody started screaming at the top of their lungs, including me.
And then, they started singing. And everyone went crazy.
They came out onstage, and I swooned. They were wearing those leather pants that could cure the deepest of depressions. I watched them sing and rap and dance, and I thanked God.
They greeted us after the song was over, and we all screamed in response. I kept my eyes on Yoongi, my bias. He was just so gorgeous. When he smiled, I smiled.
They sang another song, before they did a quick costume change, and we all freaked out, because they were getting ready to perform 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears'.
I pulled out my phone and started recording. As Jimin said the opening line, and Jungkook repeated it, I went so crazy, that if I wasn't at a concert, I probably would have been put in a mental hospital. When Yoongi rapped, I really couldn't contain myself, and I screamed, "I love you Min Yoongi!"
And then the chorus came on, and they did that little hip thing while covering their eyes, and I wanted to pass out.
They were in perfect rhythm, perfect harmony, perfect sync, and I knew I would never ever forget this moment.
The concert lasted for about 3 hours, and I was so exhausted from jumping up and down and screaming so loud.
After they said goodbye, everyone started leaving, but I stayed where I was, not wanting to get lost and pushed around in the crowd. I watched some of the videos I had taken, and all of a sudden, a security guard tapped me on the shoulder, and told me that I was the last person, and he asked me politely to leave.
I must've been watching those videos for a long time.
"Ah, I'm sorry." I said, bowing to him. I grabbed my stuff, and hurried out into the main lobby. The security guard went back into the arena, and I put my coat on. I started walking towards the door to leave, but before I reached it, I heard yelling.
"Don't leave, Miss Kim! Come back here, you're the only one who can do their hair! Hey, don't go, we can-"
The lady that was storming out, probably Miss Kim, started yelling back at the other lady, cussing and being really rude.
"I quit!" She ended her yelling with that, and ran outside.
Woah.
The other lady groaned, then looked around putting her hand on her hip, and the other one on her forehead.
When she saw me, she said, "You!"
Oh no.
"I-I'm sorry." I apologize, bowing multiple times. "I-"
"Can you do hair?" The woman asks.
"W-what?" I stutter. She walked over to me.
"Can you do hairstyles? Do you have experience? Do you?" She kept badgering me with questions.
No, no I don't have any experience please stop yelling at me.
But what I said was, "Yes."
I'm not one to lie. But it just came out. And somehow, I knew I was probably going to regret it.
The woman's eyes brightened. "Wonderful! Very wonderful! Will you be willing to be our new hairstylist for the boys?"
"Huh?"
Did she really just ask me that? She didn't know me at all, and she really just asked me that?
"Just temporary, until we can find a permanent one. How old are you? You look quite young."
"I-I'm 21 years old." I say, remembering how Koreans calculated their age differently than Americans.
"You are young... Do you have a job?"
"No."
"Well, you do now." She shook hands with me, and introduced herself as Mrs. Park.
"You start tomorrow. Here's my number. Meet here at 9 AM. I really hope you're not fibbing." And she left.
What did I just get myself into?
I drove home frantically, trying to figure out how I could get out of this mess I had just created.
But I mean, I was going to be doing BTS's hair. Like, how freaking awesome is that?
But I had no idea how to do a boy's hair.
I was screwed.
I got home really late.
I ran into my room. I stared at the wall for a few moments, and then I grabbed my laptop. I sat on my bed, and opened it.
I was going to a website where I could learn how to do hair.
YouTube.
