One Faithful Encounter

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            BTS has been my life for the past 4 years. I've been a fan for a long time, but sometimes I feel guilty for not discovering them before. When I heard the BTS was going to have a concert in my city, I was so excited, hoping that I had saved up enough money from my part-time job. You see, I could never ask my parents to buy me the tickets because I would feel guilty. Growing up poor and in the city, you realize from a young age that it's not always wise to ask you parents for what you want. So, as soon as I was old enough to, I got a part-time job at a small shop that sells paper crafts.

        I knew what seats I wanted already: No seats! I wanted to be  at the bottom by the stage, I wanted to be in the General admission area, but as soon as I looked up the tickets, my heart fell to the ground. Seven. Hundred. Dollars. Seven Hundred dollars... I didn't even have that much. At most, I think I had about half as much as that.  Half of the tickets were almost sold out and I can't even imagine how fast the rest of the tickets are going to sell.

I thought about it for a while, making calculations, looking around my room just thinking. What can I sell? What can I do? How many weeks will it take me to get that much? And my bus fare? okay, but how long did it take for these to sell? So that means....?

I didn't have the money, and I wouldn't be able to have it in time. I don't even have a light stick, and I wanted my first concert to be perfect. I can't ask my sister for money because she's trying to buy a house right now, and my brother just invested in to starting his own company, my other sister is still in trade school, and my best friends are as poor as I am. I sighed in acceptance. I was just going to have to wait until I was old and done with college. 

Well, if I can't go to the BTS Concert, then I might as well just hang out with my friends that day. I slowly shut down my hand-me-down laptop and started to do my homework. I couldn't stop thinking about how I had just missed my opportunity to see them. There's always next year, I thought to myself. Yes, I argued, but their album came out on my birthday! This is an omen! It means that I must go~

I think I argued with myself in my head for the rest of the day, this was nothing new of course, I can't ever stop from talking to myself, having internal conversations about everything around me. I really wanted to go, and I hated myself for wanting something that in my mind was also unnecessary. My mom never went to a concert, she gave all her money she earned to her father. She worked since she was fourteen, never even had a proper education, only reaching the third grade before having to stop completely under the pressure of taking care of her nine siblings ever since she was six. You have the opportunity to have an education, you are working and that money is mainly for you, you don't have to take care of nine siblings, why can't you be happy with that? Why must you want more things?

I threw myself onto my bed, exhausted and yet not finished with my homework, the light outside was starting to fade already. The color red heating up my already humid room, the pink walls that were covered in Idols were sweating. I was sweating. I was also very tired. I need to do my homework. Now, he question was who do I ask to hang out with me on the concert day, and where do we go?