Meant To Be

42- "What color is her dress?"

Chapter 42

I wake up with a start when my alarm sound pierces through thin air. My fingers carelessly tap the phone screen in attempts to press the snooze button. I rub my eyes and look at the time. It's 8:11 am.

My mind wanders to last night and a smile immediately forms on my lips. I couldn't help but feel happy at how everything is right now. 

We got through the first round and the second is going to be hella competitive because out of the 10, only 6 will get through. When I looked at the audition tapes of the other girls, my hopes drastically reduced.

The girls were doing all sorts of dances and one girl, in particular, caught my eye. I don't remember what her name is but she had gorgeous golden hair with bangs. 

She looked cute and innocent but when she started dancing, oh my fucking god. 

She was a damn monster. Her expressions changed in a blink going from zero to a hundred real quick. 

Her body moved to the rhythm and her movements were almost fluid. It's easy to say she's the best dancer among the 10 of us who got selected.

There was this another girl, who had purple hair. Yes, purple hair! She looked like a goddess. I spent the entire tape looking at her in awe that I forgot to look at her dancing or singing.

To be honest, everybody who got through the first round looked good. Mia, Zoe, and I are the only non-Koreans or non-Asians if you want to call us that. The 7 other girls looked Asian, don't know the specifics.

I lazily get up from my bed and go to the bathroom to finish up all that boring business that nobody wants to hear about. 

I exit my bathroom with my bathrobe to look for clothes in my suitcase. Yes, it's been a week and I still haven't unpacked. Nobody got time for that. As I'm sifting through my clothes, I hear a frantic knock.

"Go away," I scream. "Ava, it's Zoe." She screams from the other side of the door. "Hold on," I yell and quickly throw on some black shorts and a yellow shirt. 

"What?" I ask, running to the door, tripping over my other leg in the process. I leave the door open for her to come in. "Have you checked your phone?" 

"No, what's up?" I grab my phone and unlock it. "See for yourself," She replies. There's a new notification. 

It's a group chat with the 10 of us who are selected and the head manager. I read the message out loud. 

Head Manager,

                                  Congratulations! You've been selected for the final round of auditions. Consider this a small gift from the company. If you've made it this far, it means you're talented and are up to our expectations. To celebrate the occasion, there will be a party held in the conference room on the second floor of The BigHit Company at 6:00 pm. You're all invited. And yes, BTS will be at the party. Don't be too late. Congratulations again :)

"I'm not the only one who finds this weird right?" I ask Zoe, who's looking at me for a reaction. "Shit, I know! Don't you think it's going to be awkward? With BTS in the same room, they'll go mute for sure. They'll probably try and get into the boy's pants." 

"Woah, slow the fuck down," I laugh at her comment. "They're going to be decent. I'm sure they wouldn't want to be embarrassing themselves in front of the boys."

Her face twitches and she's clearly talking with someone in mind. "Unless you don't want them to be hovering over a specific someone" I raise my eyebrow.