Lost In Translation

The One With the Cover Song

19

~°~°~°~°~Melody's POV°~°~°~°~°~

I am going to kill Jungkook.

It's not a matter of if, it's just a matter of when...

Sounds of laugher bellow me interrupt my diabolical plans.

"Relax Noona! You're safe and doing fine!" Jungkook calls across to me.

I fight my instinct to shoot him a glare, as one wrong series of movements will send me plummeting to my death.

I had agreed to sing with him.

However, I did not agree to being strapped into this flimsy-looking-flying-fishhook contraption... and sing at the same time.

This is why he wanted to leave so early... so I could become more familiar with the mechanism.

"The only things keeping me up here are three flimsy wires and a strap on my wrist, I wouldn't call that safe. If I die on this thing it's your fault!!!" I scream and grasp the pole with both hands as it begins another rotation around the stage.

"No, noona. Stand like this, you will feel balanced." Jungkook says as he gestures with his free hand to his own pose on his fishhook.

Both of us were supposed to sing while hoisted in the air and spinning around each other and the stage. I seriously doubt this will work... I do best when both my feet are on solid ground.

"Like on subway!" Jimin calls out from below between fits of giggles.

"One problem... I've never been on a subwayyy!!" I yell.

Reluctantly, I try my best to mimic Jungkook's confidence and pose, eventually getting the hang of it before we have to leave the stage so the audience could find their seats.

The beginning of the concert goes well as it did last night.

Later, I find myself waiting backstage for Jungkook to finish with his quick change.

I glance down at my outfit to make sure I looked alright.

I had on a navy jumpsuit on that had a baby pink floral pattern on it. It had shorts but had a long train of fabric in the back that would float beautifully in the air.

I was barefoot as I figured the heels Brooke had picked out for me originally would not work on the tiny foothold of the fishhook.

I nervously twirl a strand of my softly curled hair as Jungkook walks toward me in a silky soft pink suit and matching ruffled button up.

"I like this look," I say as I straighten his jacket.

"I could say the same. Are you ready?" He asks taking my hand.

"It's now or never." I sigh.

As we sing, I completely forget about my fears of falling.

Adrinaline rushes through me as I feel the breeze blow through my hair.

As I look out into the audience I remember how lucky I am to be here...