On my way to stardom

6. Dinner

I feel like I've been in the dancing room all day.

In fact, I HAVE been in here all day.

After lunchtime, which, mind you, I only got a boiled sweet potato down my stomach, I got hauled to my first ever dance practice. And I have never felt so inflexible in my whole life.

The dancing coach's name is Danny Son and he's the same guy who made me follow BTS's choreography yesterday. He's really professional, but he's also an asshole for giving me such a difficult routine. As expected, I messed up every 5 seconds and got shouted at so much I was starting to feel bad for his poor throat. But again, I also got barked at for dancing the first time in my whole life, plus I'm soaked in sweat. Does anybody feel sorry for me? I don't think so.

'Ya, Shannon,' my manager finally emerges again after a whole afternoon, 'dinner in room 517. Eat quick.'

'Yes, sir,' before I can finish my sentence, he's already out of the room. How nice.

A lot of the staff are starting to go home from work, but most of the practice rooms are still occupied by trainees who are practicing either dance routines which I'm pretty sure they've already gone through a million times, or songs that they've sung so many times that the lyrics already mean nothing to them.

But I gotta say, they're all so darn good at what they do.

Why did Mr Bang choose me? What did he see in me?

Ok, this is no time for self-doubt, Shannon. Your family's destiny is in your hands.

I've been peaking into every room I've walked past, and the 5th floor is full of conference rooms, rather than practice rooms like the other floors. Ahh, room 517, here we are.

As soon as I open the door, a guy in a black hoodie is sitting at the farthest end of the big conference table, watching whatever it is on his MacBook. He doesn't seem to notice me because he's got giant headphones on.

I've decided not to interrupt him because he might be another producer working on some tunes for artists. I'll just look for my dinner and leave quietly.

My food is nowhere to be seen.

And the guy at the end of the table is eating the only takeaway box of food in the whole room. He's now looking at me with guiltily widened eyes.

I know I shouldn't be rude to anybody, especially in a brand new environment, but I'm HANGRY.

'Hello, my name is Shannon, the newest trainee here, I think you're eating my dinner,' I try to give him my brightest smile while being passive-aggressive. He doesn't seem to feel sorry though. Maybe his eyes are just so naturally big...

'Sorry' is the only thing he replies. Then he closes his MacBook and picks up his bag pack. Oh, he even throws away the takeaway on his way out of his room.

Amazing.

'Arghhhhhhhhhh!!!' I shout before someone else opens the door again.

My manager says, 'time to go home.'

Just fucking amazing.

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Mr Park arrives at 6:30am every morning for the rest of the week. I follow the same tight schedule of going to gym, learning Korean, singing, and dancing everyday. No exceptions whatsoever.