One Shot to Success (B.A.P)
Chapter 3
~2 months later~
***JiHae’s P.O.V***
I knew it. They would never choose a person like me. I mean, I don’t have the talent the other people had. Great. Back to going to medical school. I felt depressed so I decided to log on my email to check if MinSeok hyung was online. He always makes me feel better when I feel depressed. The little circle next to hyung’s username was grey, meaning he was not online. Of course, it must be because of the time space between us. That’s when I saw the immense number of unread emails I had in my inbox, over 1922. Yep, that’s how often I check my emails. I spend more time chatting and texting than checking my emails nowadays.
Ok, so there were some from the schools my parents want me to attend, a few from friends and two or three from my family. You know when you just have some mail that says it’s something, but it just happens to be something else? Well, let’s just say that my inbox was spammed with HUNDREDS of those. I started checking out the title of every suspicious mail I had received when I fell on this little sunshine on my screen. AN EMAIL FROM TS ENTERTAINMENT!!
From: TS Entertainment
To: Kang JiHae
Dear Kang JiHae,
We are pleased to inform you that you have successfully passed this months audition and are to confirm your place as a trainee in three months the latest (please call at xxx-xxx-xxxx). Once more, congratulations.
TS Ent.
I think I found the reason why I didn't receive anything, or that’s what I thought. My mess of an email. Hehe… Wait a second there. I got in… which means no more boring med school! I took my cell phone and typed in the phone number written n my screen in full speed and pressed the talk button. The melody in the back was playing was ‘Magic’ by Secret. I knew them since their debut. Me and my other friends from school used to only listen to them in fact. I don’t know much about music groups and all that because I’m more interested in the music than the people, but I used to love Secret so much that I pretty much researched the group name. Nothing more than the group name and how they look, but it’s better than when I just listen to the song and ignore the singers.
Anyway, seeing that TS’s ringtone was one of Secret’s songs, I guess I’ll be working in the same company as them. Right when I was about to enter my daydreaming fangirl mode, a voice spoke into the phone’s speaker.
“TS Entertainment, how may I help you?” answered a pretty bored female voice. I could instantly tell that she didn't like her job and that she was using the ‘shut-the-eff-up’ tone just to make me hang up. Not going to work Missy. I changed my voice tone to a slightly lower one because my voice could betray me, but no matter that. My voice could as well be a male's voice, but just for extra precaution.
“I’m calling to confirm my place as a trainee. My name is Kang JiHae.”
“M’kay.” I heard papers being shuffled around and drawers being slammed open and shut, as well as the occasional tapping and clicking of a computer. “There it is. Well, your folder has just been finished and all, so could you come over tomorrow to start your training and… you know… do stuff?” Clap. Clap. Clap. Best description ever. Honestly, I feel really bad for the people that have to work with her in the reception. I hung up after collecting all the information I needed and started to dial another number. Mom’s. She answered pretty quickly.
“What do you want now, JiHae?” What a polite hello.
“Hello to you to, mom. Is dad there? Are you in private? Can you put speaker so both of you can hear what I want to say?”
“Yes, yes and yes. It’s on speaker now so spit out what you have to say so that I can hang up.” I took a deep breath. I have been willing to say this for a long time and I finally have the chance to do it.
“You can kiss med school good bye because I received an email saying I am now a trainee and I am to start training tomorrow.” There was this silence that told me that my parents were more than furious at my successful audition.
“Good job, JiHae, but remember, if you don’t debut, you go back to college,” she responded with a death glare that could be heard. After texting and calling everyone, and telling them I succeeded in my audition, well, everyone who knew about the secret, I went to sleep in order to be ready for tomorrow’s training.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Shut up… I’m trying to sleep…” I spat at the ringing-vibrating phone on my bedside table. Out of the blue, I remembered that I couldn't be late today. I suddenly felt re-energized and jumped to my feet. I finished washing and dressing faster than I expected and sped downstairs to start eating my breakfast… or I would've if there was any food in the fridge. Pretty much the only edible things in this whole kitchen left were a few boxes of instant ramen. I was NOT going to spend another breakfast eating ramen because of my parents’ lack of responsibility.
I grabbed my keys and leather coat once more and rode off on bicycle towards a coffee shop close by my destination before heading for TS Ent. The ride was not long since it was early in the morning, around 8:00 am, so there was pretty much no one on the street yet considering it was Monday today. I leaped off my bike and made sure that it was secure before walking for the front doors.
In the lobby was a young foreign woman in her early 20’s sitting at the front desk tracing circles on the armrest on her left with her perfectly long manicured index finger, looking bored. Seeing there was no one else to whom I could talk to, I walked up towards her and asked for directions. And that’s when she started flirting with me.
“Hey there. I’m a new trainee here and I would like to know where I should go now,” I said.
“Well, did you receive your schedule or a meeting request with someone?” she answered in a heavy accent, leaning forward to show-off some of her cleavage. So impressive (note the sarcasm). I denied her question leading her to having to type something in her computer and printing out something. Just as she was about to stand up, the phone rang.
“TS Entertainment, how may I help you?” she said in the microphone. “Érica! Ça fait longtemps que tu ne m’as pas appellé! Tu ne devineras pas qui j’ai devant moi en ce moment! Un garçon, et il est tellement chaud. Devrais-je le demander de sortir avec moi ou quelque chose? Bonne idée! Bye!” (Translation: Erica! It’s been a long time since you last called! You will never guess who I have in front of me! A guy and he’s really hot too. Should I ask him out or something? Good idea! Bye!)
What she doesn't know is that I can speak French. No way is she going to hit on me more than she has already. I thanked her and took the papers after letting her finish writing her phone number on a piece of paper and slipping it in between a few of mine. I’ll just throw that away later, anyway. I skimmed the few papers that were handed to me and found the one with what I had to do now. First on the list, go see the CEO in his office. There was only one problem:
I have no idea whatsoever of where in this entire building that is.
After around 10 minutes of running around in the halls like a headless chicken, I finally found the CEO’s office. I knock three strong knocks on the door before hearing a muffled ‘come in’.
“How may I help you young man?” he asked me. He seems pretty nice.
“Hello, my name is Kang JiHae and I’m a new trainee here.”
“Ah, yes. I wanted you to come here once you confirmed you will be working here.”
He praised me for the audition, introduced me to what I was to do in the future and etc. In brief, we talked about what a boss would tell his employer on the first day.
“And before you leave, I will tell you that I want you to debut in an already debuted group, so prepare to work hard in the next three months or less, depending on how well you work.” And that was all he told me before I closed the door behind me. Wait, what?
Well that went well. I walked around the hallway with my face buried in my pack of newly collected papers going over the important things. I switched sheets to the one with the next activity I need to attend to. Vocal practice. I was about to start jogging towards my vocals class when I bumped into something.”
“Are you okay? Did I hurt yo- I knew you would succeed the audition!” said a cheery voice. When I looked up, I saw the skateboard-boy from the audition. I saluted him and we had a little talk when we met… the low-voiced man from the cafe.
“Zelo-ya, we have to go practice. You’re late you know.”
“Okay hyung! Bye…” he said letting me say my name because he apparently forgot it.
“JiHae. Kang JiHae,” I responded. Baritone-dude gave me a look and his eyes brightened and a big smile made way on his face as recognized me?
“When you said you auditioned somewhere, you could have told me you auditioned at my company,” he told me.
“I didn't know you were an idol, sorry.” His smile sort of fell, but it came back up. “I hope we see you around JiHae-ya. Bye!” he said before leaving me to find the vocals room on my own. Good thing that the CEO gave me a map along with the other papers. I finally find the room and see a pretty middle-aged woman standing near a stool. I could tell she was quite unhappy by the way her right foot was impatiently tapping the ground repeatedly.
“There you are, Mr. Kang! I've been waiting 10 minutes, 10 MINUTES YOU HEAR! I shall let this go this once, but if you dare present yourself late once more, may it be one second or a whole day, I shall report this to the president! Do I make myself clear, young man?” I stuttered a ‘yes ma’am’ and before I could start singing, I swear I heard her whisper “Welcome to hell.” Yes indeed, this is hell and she is Satan… I hope she is not my dance teacher as well...
***JiHae’s P.O.V***
I knew it. They would never choose a person like me. I mean, I don’t have the talent the other people had. Great. Back to going to medical school. I felt depressed so I decided to log on my email to check if MinSeok hyung was online. He always makes me feel better when I feel depressed. The little circle next to hyung’s username was grey, meaning he was not online. Of course, it must be because of the time space between us. That’s when I saw the immense number of unread emails I had in my inbox, over 1922. Yep, that’s how often I check my emails. I spend more time chatting and texting than checking my emails nowadays.
Ok, so there were some from the schools my parents want me to attend, a few from friends and two or three from my family. You know when you just have some mail that says it’s something, but it just happens to be something else? Well, let’s just say that my inbox was spammed with HUNDREDS of those. I started checking out the title of every suspicious mail I had received when I fell on this little sunshine on my screen. AN EMAIL FROM TS ENTERTAINMENT!!
From: TS Entertainment
To: Kang JiHae
Dear Kang JiHae,
We are pleased to inform you that you have successfully passed this months audition and are to confirm your place as a trainee in three months the latest (please call at xxx-xxx-xxxx). Once more, congratulations.
TS Ent.
I think I found the reason why I didn't receive anything, or that’s what I thought. My mess of an email. Hehe… Wait a second there. I got in… which means no more boring med school! I took my cell phone and typed in the phone number written n my screen in full speed and pressed the talk button. The melody in the back was playing was ‘Magic’ by Secret. I knew them since their debut. Me and my other friends from school used to only listen to them in fact. I don’t know much about music groups and all that because I’m more interested in the music than the people, but I used to love Secret so much that I pretty much researched the group name. Nothing more than the group name and how they look, but it’s better than when I just listen to the song and ignore the singers.
Anyway, seeing that TS’s ringtone was one of Secret’s songs, I guess I’ll be working in the same company as them. Right when I was about to enter my daydreaming fangirl mode, a voice spoke into the phone’s speaker.
“TS Entertainment, how may I help you?” answered a pretty bored female voice. I could instantly tell that she didn't like her job and that she was using the ‘shut-the-eff-up’ tone just to make me hang up. Not going to work Missy. I changed my voice tone to a slightly lower one because my voice could betray me, but no matter that. My voice could as well be a male's voice, but just for extra precaution.
“I’m calling to confirm my place as a trainee. My name is Kang JiHae.”
“M’kay.” I heard papers being shuffled around and drawers being slammed open and shut, as well as the occasional tapping and clicking of a computer. “There it is. Well, your folder has just been finished and all, so could you come over tomorrow to start your training and… you know… do stuff?” Clap. Clap. Clap. Best description ever. Honestly, I feel really bad for the people that have to work with her in the reception. I hung up after collecting all the information I needed and started to dial another number. Mom’s. She answered pretty quickly.
“What do you want now, JiHae?” What a polite hello.
“Hello to you to, mom. Is dad there? Are you in private? Can you put speaker so both of you can hear what I want to say?”
“Yes, yes and yes. It’s on speaker now so spit out what you have to say so that I can hang up.” I took a deep breath. I have been willing to say this for a long time and I finally have the chance to do it.
“You can kiss med school good bye because I received an email saying I am now a trainee and I am to start training tomorrow.” There was this silence that told me that my parents were more than furious at my successful audition.
“Good job, JiHae, but remember, if you don’t debut, you go back to college,” she responded with a death glare that could be heard. After texting and calling everyone, and telling them I succeeded in my audition, well, everyone who knew about the secret, I went to sleep in order to be ready for tomorrow’s training.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Shut up… I’m trying to sleep…” I spat at the ringing-vibrating phone on my bedside table. Out of the blue, I remembered that I couldn't be late today. I suddenly felt re-energized and jumped to my feet. I finished washing and dressing faster than I expected and sped downstairs to start eating my breakfast… or I would've if there was any food in the fridge. Pretty much the only edible things in this whole kitchen left were a few boxes of instant ramen. I was NOT going to spend another breakfast eating ramen because of my parents’ lack of responsibility.
I grabbed my keys and leather coat once more and rode off on bicycle towards a coffee shop close by my destination before heading for TS Ent. The ride was not long since it was early in the morning, around 8:00 am, so there was pretty much no one on the street yet considering it was Monday today. I leaped off my bike and made sure that it was secure before walking for the front doors.
In the lobby was a young foreign woman in her early 20’s sitting at the front desk tracing circles on the armrest on her left with her perfectly long manicured index finger, looking bored. Seeing there was no one else to whom I could talk to, I walked up towards her and asked for directions. And that’s when she started flirting with me.
“Hey there. I’m a new trainee here and I would like to know where I should go now,” I said.
“Well, did you receive your schedule or a meeting request with someone?” she answered in a heavy accent, leaning forward to show-off some of her cleavage. So impressive (note the sarcasm). I denied her question leading her to having to type something in her computer and printing out something. Just as she was about to stand up, the phone rang.
“TS Entertainment, how may I help you?” she said in the microphone. “Érica! Ça fait longtemps que tu ne m’as pas appellé! Tu ne devineras pas qui j’ai devant moi en ce moment! Un garçon, et il est tellement chaud. Devrais-je le demander de sortir avec moi ou quelque chose? Bonne idée! Bye!” (Translation: Erica! It’s been a long time since you last called! You will never guess who I have in front of me! A guy and he’s really hot too. Should I ask him out or something? Good idea! Bye!)
What she doesn't know is that I can speak French. No way is she going to hit on me more than she has already. I thanked her and took the papers after letting her finish writing her phone number on a piece of paper and slipping it in between a few of mine. I’ll just throw that away later, anyway. I skimmed the few papers that were handed to me and found the one with what I had to do now. First on the list, go see the CEO in his office. There was only one problem:
I have no idea whatsoever of where in this entire building that is.
After around 10 minutes of running around in the halls like a headless chicken, I finally found the CEO’s office. I knock three strong knocks on the door before hearing a muffled ‘come in’.
“How may I help you young man?” he asked me. He seems pretty nice.
“Hello, my name is Kang JiHae and I’m a new trainee here.”
“Ah, yes. I wanted you to come here once you confirmed you will be working here.”
He praised me for the audition, introduced me to what I was to do in the future and etc. In brief, we talked about what a boss would tell his employer on the first day.
“And before you leave, I will tell you that I want you to debut in an already debuted group, so prepare to work hard in the next three months or less, depending on how well you work.” And that was all he told me before I closed the door behind me. Wait, what?
Well that went well. I walked around the hallway with my face buried in my pack of newly collected papers going over the important things. I switched sheets to the one with the next activity I need to attend to. Vocal practice. I was about to start jogging towards my vocals class when I bumped into something.”
“Are you okay? Did I hurt yo- I knew you would succeed the audition!” said a cheery voice. When I looked up, I saw the skateboard-boy from the audition. I saluted him and we had a little talk when we met… the low-voiced man from the cafe.
“Zelo-ya, we have to go practice. You’re late you know.”
“Okay hyung! Bye…” he said letting me say my name because he apparently forgot it.
“JiHae. Kang JiHae,” I responded. Baritone-dude gave me a look and his eyes brightened and a big smile made way on his face as recognized me?
“When you said you auditioned somewhere, you could have told me you auditioned at my company,” he told me.
“I didn't know you were an idol, sorry.” His smile sort of fell, but it came back up. “I hope we see you around JiHae-ya. Bye!” he said before leaving me to find the vocals room on my own. Good thing that the CEO gave me a map along with the other papers. I finally find the room and see a pretty middle-aged woman standing near a stool. I could tell she was quite unhappy by the way her right foot was impatiently tapping the ground repeatedly.
“There you are, Mr. Kang! I've been waiting 10 minutes, 10 MINUTES YOU HEAR! I shall let this go this once, but if you dare present yourself late once more, may it be one second or a whole day, I shall report this to the president! Do I make myself clear, young man?” I stuttered a ‘yes ma’am’ and before I could start singing, I swear I heard her whisper “Welcome to hell.” Yes indeed, this is hell and she is Satan… I hope she is not my dance teacher as well...
Notes
Hey!! I double updated today because I have no life and I just felt bored... And because I'm taking advantage of the winter break and the Wi-Fi while I still have it (I have no idea if my Cuban family have the slightest Wi-Fi signal). Happy winter break to y'all!!-Author-nim
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I usually keep plugging on this method of chapter installments, then when it's all done, I then go back and rewrite it and post it to another site. And vice versa. Like a rough draft & final draft. But do what your heart tells you to.
8/20/15