Haley's P.O.V
The brisk wind of December chilled the windows and slipped through the cracks of the wall, freezing the already heat-deprived practice room. Apparently, the heater's broken, and a new one won't be installed until next week. Make your own heat, they said. You'll be fine, they said. Meanies. For the past few weeks, our training heightened and pushed our stamina far more than a mere mortal can possess. However, Asher can now hold a note or two, Indigo's almost a power-house singer, Aaron's screw-ups drastically decreased and I- still suck at the guitar. Mr. Yong informed us of his plan a few days earlier, saying he wanted us to debut in a year's time. "A Christmas Debut! It's the perfect time~" Nothing some like hot cocoa and a new rookie to start the holidays. That means we have exactly a year to prep ourselves for fame, and this time next year- I may be a star. Or a joke. Gosh, I hate being a pessimist, but it was hard to think positively when my patience was running low. My guitar teacher, although he's helped me a lot, needed to return to his college to study and decided to drop his 'star-student' as my new mentor. Today was my first lesson with the kid, and he made an awesome first impression by being 20 minutes late- and counting. It's would've been fine if it wasn't negative nine degress in here, if I didn't have two research essays to write, and if I didn't have four tests tomorrow. But hey, today's not the day to test my patience.
Right when I had just about enough and stood up to leave, the door clicked open and a figure stepped inside. It was a girl around my age, with long wavy dark hair and large green eyes. (Circle lenses? Probably.) She opened her mouth and became speaking in fluent Korean that was too quck for my ears to catch. Although I have been taking lessons, I can barely hold anything above a basic conversation like 'how was your day' and 'I'm hungry'. My confused expression must've finally caught on, because she stopped and asked in English, "Do you know the guitar teacher that teaches here?" Yes, something I can understand!
"Yeah, but he won't be teaching here again until next term," I replied with a light shrug.
"Oh, thank you," She returned with a light bow of her head. Right before she turned to leave, she looked back at me with an outstretched hand. "By the way, my name is Ahn Sun Young. But you can call me by my stage name- Ashely." Ohh, stage name already? Fancy shmancy.
I shook her hand with a smile and introduced myself as well, "My name's Haley, pleasure to meet you, Ashely." She seemed pretty decent, I smell a new chingu.
"Haley, you look so adorable! But don't you think you should dress more your age? You look like a two year old, nobody would take you seriously. But have no fear! Here, I can give you the number of my stylist and she can find a better style for you." Like magic, she had a business card in her hand, which she offered to me along with an encouraging, almost pitiful smile. Had I not been trained last month on controlling facial expressions, my eyes would've popped out of their sockets and my mouth would've hit the ground. Before I could respond, she stuffed the card in my pocket and whispered, "You really need it, you can thank me later." Screw the smell, my nose was tricking me because it was so cold. Just like that, she threw a peace sign with the highest pitched giggle I've ever heard and skipped out of the room like she just saved a cat from a tree. I was left with a pout, and petted the two braids alongside my shoulders. My style isn't too childish, is it? But it's my charm, right? Ain't nobody can handle my aegyo!
The door clicked open, and my guard went up immediatley- thinking it was Ashely again. With vigor, I exclaimed in annoyance, "Anything else you'd like to add? Going to give me the number to your hairdresser too?"
Instead, it was Mike. "Um... No, I don't think you'd suit his style. Am I in trouble?"
My cheeks flamed up in embarrasment, "Oh no, I thought you were someone else! Mianhe~ But what are you doing here?"
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2BG2: This is our Generation
Teen FictionNever being noticed with voices as quiet as a mouse, Indigo and Haley had no idea what was coming for them. They thought the only thing they had to worry about was their science test next week- but prepare themselves for a worldwide viewed concert...
