Music is their lives. And music will bring them together.
A simple minded girl finds herself entangled in the complicated world of show business. She must push through all the hardship to find friendship, love, and her own music.
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If I disappear again, next time, I don't know when we'll meet again
ONF - Why ♪
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"Funny," he said, "it's the same song."
I couldn't say anything back. Blood rushing to my cheeks at the close proximity of the boy's face.
"I could hear it from over there," he pointed towards the direction in which he previously stood, "you shouldn't play music this loud, it'll damage your hearing," he gave me a sweet smile.
I was left dumbfounded by the whole interaction. I wanted to say something, to do something, but my limbs remained paralyzed as my heart did the contrary.
The loud music numbing down as time stilled around us. Snap out of it, idiot! I heard my thoughts yelling.
"Uh... I-" by the time my mouth decided to start moving again it was too late. The subway had come to a new stop, and in the new mass of people, his handsome face was lost.
It was all so sudden. But that moment. That small, insignificant, moment sparked something in me I had never felt before.
Days passed by, and I purposely took the late route home in hopes to see him again, but those days turned into weeks, and soon high school was over.
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Four years later I stood at my university graduation. I held my diploma tightly as family photos were taken. It had been a tough journey, but I did it.
"We did it!" a quick arm was thrown over my shoulder hugging me tightly. I pushed away massaging my neck damn she's strong.
"Seyeon, Naeun. Get over here let's take a photo!" Yelled my grandma.
I met Naeun in my first year. We were dorm-mates. I was quiet and reserved while she was the complete opposite. I don't even know how we became friends, but I'm glad she's in my life. She studied fashion, I studied music. If there was a thing that connected us though, it was our passion for art and how hard we worked to get to where we were: there, at our Seoul Arts graduation.
All throughout our four years together Naeun and I stayed together. We weren't so different after all and ended up working part-time at the same mall. That only made us grow closer.
Even though I managed to get that full-ride-scholarship, it didn't include city expenses, and staying on campus was not worth it. Neither of us could afford to live alone—malls don't pay much—and we had known each other for about a year when we decided to leave the expensive dorms and rent a small apartment close-by.
After what seemed like ages, we finally finished taking photos with everyone. Naeun's family was probably the size of a small village.
"So, have you heard anything yet?" My friend asked.
I stared at my phone.
No new notifications.
"Nope. I'm sure it's fine though. I just graduated, I don't expect to be hired this quickly," I smiled, giving myself room to distress.
"But your demo was amazing! You're the best lyricist I've ever met!"
I laughed, "the only lyricist you've ever met," I corrected.
She rolled her eyes, "they'd be stupid not to hire you," she reinforced me. I shot her a sweet smile, "you're too nice Naeun."
"I know," she flipped her hair and we both laughed.
"C'mon let's go eat something."
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I reached my apartment, exhausted. Naeun stayed out with her boyfriend, saying they had to celebrate some more. I relaxed on the couch, knowing she probably wouldn't come home that night. Too busy "celebrating".
I checked my phone again.
No new notifications.
I looked at the clock on the wall annoyed, "6:45. I should go shower, it's been such a long day..."
I took my time in the bathtub. Filling it up and using my favorite scented bath-bomb. I could finally relax.
So what if they don't wanna hire me? I don't care. I tried to convince myself as I pushed all those stressful thoughts out of my head.
It had been long enough, my fingers were all wrinkled. I rinsed off and wrapped a towel around my wet hair as I left for my room. I flopped down on my bed, unplugging my phone from the charger.
I gasped loudly. My eyes opening to a ridiculous extent.
One missed call: 195-XXXX-XXX (23 minutes ago)
Fuck fuck fuck!
I slid the number on the screen, calling back as fast as possible.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Hello, this is Moonshine Entertainment, how may I direct your call?" A cheerful female voice picked up.
My heart skipped a beat hearing the name I looked forward to the most, "h-hi I received a call from this number."
"Ah, yes, you must be Ms. Lim. We tried contacting you earlier. Can you hold just a second?"
"Yes, o-of course."
The elevator music started, only making me more anxious.
"Lim Seyeon?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Hi, I'm Kim Pilseo, artistic director. We received your demo and lyrics, I have to say we were impressed and are willing to give you an entry-level job here at Moonshine Ent."
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