Hye Mi stood bold in the tightening white gown. She stood next to Korea's best, Su Mi. Together wonderful cords spilled out onto the crowd, especially Yoon Beak Hee, the girl who sat quietly. her hair divided in half to make two platted tails, which came over her pink fuchsia pink sweater. She clutched her hands in anticipation beneath her wide open jaw, her eyes gazing through the black theatre and onto the wooden stage, where spot light shone.
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After the concert of Jo Su Mi, in her public appearance, "Dream with me." People filled out into the well lit lobby. Unlike inside the concert hall, dark, dull and vague, unable to see but only to be forced to listen to the high-pitched idol and her apprentice screech with softened edges. Murmuring aged and old took place in the lobby, but one conversation was most oppressing. One called out by a duo.
'Wow, she is so cool!' She spoke out, red jacket clad she threw her hair back.
'I know right. She even got her name written on the poster!' Replied another girl, her hair tied back in an old pink hair tie, something she would have gotten when she was six and had to double tie it because it was too big.
'Yeah, she is really talented! She even got admission into Julliard Pre-College addition!'
'Really?!'
'Yeah!'
'She must be rich, successful and popular! Besides, if she wasn't then she would still be pretty. That comes naturally to some and cannot be taken away! Argh! I am so jealous! What doesn't she have?' The sixteen year-old, with the childish and dull hair tie a-waited her answer, only to find her friend looking trapped into someone.
