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Korean
English
"GET OUT!" A high-pitch scream from a well know female fashion designer yells at her only son. "I DO NOT WANT AN UNAPPRECIATED BRAT IN MY HOUSE, NOT EVEN MY OWN SON. We raised you to become a business man, not an idol!"
Inside of an expensive apartment building the yelling starts to calm down when a 15 year old boy walks out with a duffel bag of clothes and the necessities of the body, but with no food.
"Namkyu! Don't ever come back, even if you fail as a idol!" The female voice growls with hostility through the door.
"Gladly," the boy whispers in English, marching onto the street.
As the boy walks away he sees a poster on a light post;
Auditions for BigHit Entertainment
Dancers, singers, rappers, actors and models are welcome to try out.
If interested go to XXXX to sign up and participate.
Starts January 25-29 2013.'Truly?' the boy thought, 'I guess I could try,' turning around, he starts to walk towards the audition.
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Walking through the glass doors I see around ten other people, who probably have to audition yet. I sigh and walk up to the front desk, hoping it will goes well.
"Annyeonghaseyo, What year were you born?" The front desk lady greets.
I bow and answer, "Annyeonghaseyo, I'm 15, and I would like to participate in the audition."
The lady's eyes widen with surprise with what I said. "A-are you sure ai? There are people who are six years older and they even have a high possibility to fail." [ai = kid]
I give the Lady a big smile, letting out some aegyo and I cheer out; "That's alright with me! At least I'll know what I need to work on then!"
The Lady stares at me for a second before speaking, "Alright then just sign here," she brings out a paper and points to a blank line at the bottom, "And just wait until your name is called, but I would recommend to have a nap, they are running a little late."
After signing the paper I ask, "What are we suppose to do for the audition?"
"Whatever your skills are pointed to." The lady responds with a somewhat questionable face, probably not confident in the answer.
"Joh-eun nal bu-in!!" I say as I turn around to start planning my routine. [Joh-eun nal =good day / bu-in = Mrs]
"Joh-eun nal ai!" The lady says. [ai = kid]
Passing by a male that has black hair and white framed glasses, I go into deep thoughts about my routine. 'I guess I could do a English song... but what if I change some words into Korean? Yeah that'll work.' I put on my headphones and listen to Me and My Broken Heart by Rixton mentally planing the dance, unaware of the mans staring.
About an hour later my name was called, so I stood and followed the brunette male to the dance studio number five. Again not noticing the black hair following.
"Annyeonghaseyo my name is Jaejin and I'll be your examiner, you can start when you are ready." The male - Jaejin - says quickly.
"Annyeonghaseyo. I guess I'll go straight into it before I forget what I planned." I say, putting my left hand on my neck from the nerves.
"You can connect your phone and tell me when to push play." The male says sitting at the table by the speakers.
I plugged my phone to the speaker and told him that he could hit play.
[the video up top Nam-kyu is the male in the red sweater]
"All I needs a little love in my life
All I needs a little love in the dark
A little but I'm hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
naneun oneul bam jogeum salanghaeya hae.
naleul jab-ala. naneun tteol-eojyeo nagaji anhneunda.
jogeum-ilado naneun sijaghal su-iss-eul geos-ilago gidaehagoissda.
Me and my broken heart
Santan chong, nae ma-eum-eul gyeonyanghaessda
i nolaeeseo naleul jjij-eo la ulineun-i salang-eul eotteohge buleuneunga?
naneun neoui nun-eul domang galyeogohaessjiman wae geulaessneunji malhaejwo
Why do we call this love?
uliga tongjelyeog-eul ilh-eun geos gat-ageuleohge
nappeujineun anhdaneun uimineun anibnida
When I say
All I needs a little love in my life
naneun eodum sog-eseo jag-eun salang-eul pil-yolohandajogeum-ilado naneun sijaghal su-iss-eul geos-ilago gidaehagoissda
nae sanghan ma-eum..."Doing a mix of English and Korean from a 15 year-old, anyone would be surprised.
The male that is my examiner looks surprised at my performance, 'probably the English parts,' I thought to myself.
"Well call you when the results are in Namkyu, alright?" Jaejin say just above a whisper.
"Ok, but if you could, do you mind telling me if I didn't? Just so I know and I don't have to stay in one spot for so long." I ask him while grabbing my bag from the floor.
"Sure thing kid, but I would be upset if you didn't. Nobody ever did that before, mostly just one thing at a time." Jae-jin says with a frown.
"Joh-eun nal gyeong," I cheer and bow before I exit the room.
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