Prologue

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I'm looking over the landscape, the typical Paris skyline, leaning on the window of my room, music playing in the background, when I hear the ringtone of my phone and get out of my thoughts.

I sit up. My aunt Jullyane is calling me. I don't wait for another second and pick up.

      - Hello, auntie! How are you?

      - I'm fine, thank you! she answers with her tone still happy.

After a moment of silence, she says to me:

      - Tell me, Ilona, ​​you speak fluent Korean, don't you?

     - Yes of course. Why?, I reply.

     - I see that's great. But what do you need me for ?, I ask curious.

     - Of course, their STAFF speaks English, but I thought that it would be easier to interact directly with members of the group to have someone who speaks French and Korean fluently. So I thought about you, she explains.

I'm flattered that she thought of me, even though I'm a little surprised.

     - I'm happy that you thought of me.

     - So, you agree to help me? You'll attend all the rehearsals, you'll go backstage, and a lot of other things.

      - Of course, I accept! With great pleasure! It will be fun. And if I can help too, it's all good, I say.

      - You're welcome, I'm glad to help you. See you soon Aunt Jullyane, I tell her before hanging up.

This name rings a bell ... YES! I remember! A friend told me about it. They look super nice and friendly. I can't wait to meet them.

I lay down on my bed, waiting for my aunt's message.

My phone vibrates, I get all the information I need: the name of each member, their birth dates, etc.

I don't know what I'm getting into, but I have the feeling that I'm not going to be disappointed with the "trip

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