The Chances Of Julia Montenegro.

Chapter7: Cursed but blessed✨💫

While walking through stores window for almost hours, I was thinking about buying a new dress for the concert because it's a special day. I know I can buy even one because my devotion to this band becomes higher. I love them more and more. I would do anything to meet my idols. The chance smiled at me, I won't let this away.

I walk around every corner but didn't find any. But I will look shabby with a dress at a concert. Really? Who wears a dress at a concert? No one wears dresses at a concert, right? What in the hell comes through my mind to buy a dress? Lol. I'm just laughing in my head by my stupidity. Fans used to wear their fandom clothes or customized ones. I think staffs are selling these kinds of merches in place but I don't think I'll have time for that while I'm there. But I have no any fans merches. It's too late to visit again the Korean store where I bought the bracelets. Hours are still left until the concert. I neither sleep nor taking some rest. But Let's get it!👐🏼

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I turn around and around when finally caught by a black painted shirt. I glance at its price, it's cheap and affordable. I take it without any hesitation.
"Will you accompany me to the commercial seller please?" Oh you weren't the commercial *in my mind. I say. " Ok let's go!". An other woman wraps it into the package. I go out like all normal people from shopping. It's dark out there. The clock approaches the midnight and I'm still far from home. I should walk by feet to get the railway to come back, it would be nice if there are buses surroundings but with this time there are no more which come from my area.

Everything just happened so fast. But I'm on it. I can do it! I run rapidly to get to the railway in the hope the last train will pass.

"Can I go with you beautiful lady!" A drunk man with strong alcohol smells touches my shoulder. I don't look back because I'm so  frightened. He insists. I say nothing. I can hear his steps following me back but I don't want to turn. The man becomes more ferociously angry. I continue my way speedily with my heart beats of fearfulness. He tears my bag away so hardly, I fight back but I am harshly thrown in the middle of the road. To save my phone from breaking which is in my hand, I let my whole body crashes down. I manage to stand up and hide it in my pocket. I plead him to give it back to me. But the man looks more insane.
"Poor bitch! You ain't get it!" He tells me ripping up everything in the case. I'm so devastated. I covers my mouth with my hands letting my tears pouring down slowly on my face. "No please no..." He doesn't give a damn but continue. "Sir please...Listen I have money here you can take".
With God Grace I think... since I'm an atheist, a car finally crosses by the road flashlighting our direction. He finally ceases. "Dirty slut!" He spits up on me. "I don't want your fucking money!" I can't help but burst out and shedding a lot of tears. It is too much too handle. I'm mourning Oh my new shirt! The car halts and a kind woman comes to my rescue. "Oh my God! Are you ok? Let's go with me, tell me where you're living" She suggests. If I come with her I will arrive at home at time and safely but all I just wanna do right now is  to remove this sadness away... I want to run and run until I will get fine. So I say no. She is surprised but understanding. I should have respond to this man or gave him a glance, maybe he wouldn't did this?

I start to run in the midst of the empty road. So quiet as a grave... I won't give up... My goal is to meet my idols no matter what.🦋

It's almost 03:00a.m

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑌𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐶𝑇
While running on the street sidewalk, I'm passing through different royalty designed big hotels of London. The weather is quietly pleasant and a little windy. I walk through a curving facade made of Aberdeen granite with a frieze of cherubs depicting the arts and science, the "The Waldorf Hilton hotel"  in Aldwych. I slow down. There are abruptly some two or three asian guys sort out from the hotel so I immediately stop. I'm not sure if they are Chinese or Japanese or Korean or whatever their origins. I'm thinking about an important visit of an ambassador or something because they are all well suited. Few moments after the guards have passed, two tall young lads wearing protective masks talk to each other and chuckle. OH MY GOODNESS! It's Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin!!! 😭 I recognize them by their voices. THEY ARE SO HUGE IN REAL LIFE! I tremble even more and speechless when Park Jimin comes across and desists a little longer observing me, with my reddish tired eyes still wet from crying and messy hair. I'm huffing and puffing. He finally smiles but in a particular manner. Difficult to express, it was like a pitiful smile. The bodyguard orders him to go in the car.
I am like healed and so grateful.
I forget every incident that have just happened before. I am so shocked positively and feel like I'm in heaven right now. Am I dreaming? All the left members cross by busy talking to each other but I am undetected covered by the gentlemen with black suits. Only Jimin-ah is able to offer me his angelic smile. I'm the only ordinary person present there, maybe that's why he can did so. It was just a flash of an eye. But so meaningful.
All of them were attractively hank boys and looked so cute. I hope he won't think about me as a crazy obsessed number one fan who chases after them everywhere, at any times!

The city is now pretty calm and silent. Only late night merrymakers rocks the street. But I feel safe with the full moon above. 🌕♥️ I make the most of it. I won't run anymore. What I saw is enough to give me strength and hope that I will make everything.

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I am talking to myself "the first train will pass at 6a.m so I have times to take a little rest as the show would start at 6p.m". "Oh  my,  I can't believe I have just met Park Jimin!!!" "THEEE PARK JIMIN". Without realizing it, I'm approaching my pg. I am at Mayfair area. How did that come?? I will take a big rest and set my alarm to 7 a.m. Wembley is not so far but I don't need to sleep too much also, I will nap when I'm in train. I may be cursed but blessed at the same time. Everything just happens for a reason!

That is my fastidious journey.
To my pain killer, thank you! ✨

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