One month later.

My eyes seem to be failing me. There's no way...absolutely no way.

I've just received an acceptance letter from WM Entertainment. They want to sign a contract with me! My years of practice have not gone to waste, which is a relief. I should call my mom and tell her the news. She's been so concerned about me lately. She'll definitely be happy to hear this.

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This feels so unreal. I'm sitting right in front of the CEO of WM Entertainment with a contract in front of me. Not only that, but my mom is also right next to me. She flew here the moment she heard about my offer from the company. She asked me one more time if being a singer in South Korea was really what I wanted to do before we came here. I replied, "Yes" without any hesitation.

There are many pros and cons to think about in this industry. I can understand why my mother would want to make sure I would be willing to make the comitment. I had to go through a long talk with the CEO about rules and training schedules. Everything sounded really far-fetched. At the end of our meeting, he gives me a dorm key and leads me out with my mom. My intense schedule starts right away tomorrow.
"We're really glad you chose to come to us, Soyul. I can see a great future ahead of you." he says, smiling at me.

I smile back and walk down to the lobby with mom. It front of the exit, mom suddenly grabs my hands.
"Soyul, I want you to know that I just signed a ten-year contract for you with this agency. That's a big deal, and if you end up becoming really successful, I won't be able to see you very often. You actually won't be able to see anyone very often. Please prove to me that I just made the right choice. Show me what you can do." She says.

I'm surprised because mom is tearing up. I haven't seen mom cry in years. I nod and give her a hug. Then we part ways, and she leaves to go back to America. She couldn't stay very long because of her job. I'm grateful enough that she came here just for me.

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After mom left, I wasn't really in the mood to go back to my dorm despite the fact that I'm carrying an extremely large bag full of my belongings. That's why I'm looking around the building now. It's only 12:14pm, so I'm in no rush to meet my dorm mates. I pull out my schedule for tomorrow.

6-7am: Wake up and eat breakfast.
7am-2pm: Classes
2-6pm: Training
6-7pm: Dinner+short break
7-10pm: Training
10pm: Go back to dorm

I'm a bit freaked out because apparently they're going easier on me since I'm new. If this is supposed to be easy, how am I going to stay alive until next week? I'm not sure I'll be able to spend every day like that. On the plus side, apparently my weight is alright and I just need to focus on sustaining it. I've never really had a very large appetite ever since I was a kid. I get full really easily.

The first thing I decide to do is find the dance room I'll be using for the rest of my time here. I take the elevator up to the fourth floor. According to my schedule, I should go to room 401. As I walk towards the direction of my room, I pass another studio door where I can hear loud music playing. I peer through the window and see a group of boys dancing to the music. I wonder how many trainees are in the building right now.

I reach room 401 and see that the lights are off. I open the door and turn on the lights. The room is brightly lit. It has a bright wooden floor and white walls with the WM Entertainments logo one side. There's also a small bench off to the side (which I immediately put my bag on), a closet, and a corner full of equipment. It's not really a big deal, but I feel like this place is really special. I never really had space to dance, and couldn't rent out a studio very often because of our financial issues. Having an actual studio to dance in makes me really happy.

I walk over to the corner where the speakers are, and turn on the computer that's resting on top of them. Once it's on, it displays a wide variety of music. I know quite a few of the dances to these songs, and select "Destiny" by Infinite. Once the music starts, I rush to the center of the room facing the mirror and begin to dance.

It's still hard to believe I'm actually here. I feel a rush of excitement as I continue the dance routine that took me ages to learn. Infinite’s dances have always been some of my favorite. They seem so meaningful, yet complex. If only I had other people to do them with me. These types of dances usually require a larger amount of people to create a bigger affect on an audience.

At 1:30, I stop dancing and decide to go shower since I'm all gross and sweaty. The showers are easy to find since they're really close to the dance studios. I used to have a weird habit of examining every place I went with extreme detail, whether it was a bathroom or even a closet. As time passed, I sort of lost that trait a little, but that doesn't mean it's not there anymore.

The shower room is very large, and has a large area sectioned off with a mirror and multiple facial and hair products on the counter. The entire room is pink, which I find a bit overwhelming. The floors are really sparkling clean and I wonder if anyone actually ever uses this room. The showers are large, too. They're pretty standard besides that, and I step into one so I can shower quickly.

It's a good thing I have my bag with me. If I didn't, I would've had to walk around in sweat-soaked clothes. I change into one of my nicer outfits because I decide that If I'm going to be walking around more, I might as well make a good impression on the people I meet. I don't normally really care about these types of things otherwise.

After quickly redoing my light makeup, I exit the shower room. I begin walking back towards the elevator. As I'm walking, I notice there are really interesting patterns and designs on the floor. They all seem to lead into each other. Every hallway is slightly different.

I continue to walk with my eyes on the ground, like the idiot I am. I'm not surprised that I find myself running into someone seconds later in front of the door to the dance studio I peered into earlier. I stumble backwards, and look up to see who I bumped into.

It's a boy.

He's definitely taller than me, as most boys are. His hair is a red color that's not really light or dark. It's right in between. Also, if my eyes are not deceiving me, he's also wearing a bit of eyeliner. It looks like he's dressed up for some sort of event.

"Sorry, are you okay?" he asks, with a look of genuine concern on his face.

"Well," I say, "considering the fact that I was the one walking around staring at the floor, I believe I should be the one to apologize. Sorry. I'll be on my way now."

I try to go around him, but he blocks my path.

"I don't think we've met before. May I ask who you are?" he says.

I'd rather you not ask that, but it's not like I have a choice.

"Soyul. Park Soyul." I say, quickly.

The boy smiles.

"Are you a new trainee?" he asks.

I nod.

"I see...well I suppose I don't have to introduce myself then." he says.

I give him a questioning look. What's that supposed to mean?

"Maybe not." he says after looking at my expression. "I'm surprised a trainee at our company doesn't know who I am. Not that you need to, but this is a first. I'm Jinyoung, the leader of the group B1A4. You've probably heard the name B1A4 before, right?"

Shoot. Maybe I should've done some research before coming here. My guilt must be showing all over my face, because he continues talking.

"It's alright if you didn't know. It's kind of nice to not be recognized for once." he says, laughing.

He has a nice laugh. I don't even know why I'm having these thoughts.

Suddenly, the door to the dance studio opens again, and three other boys walk out. Two of them have light blonde hair, and the third has dark black hair and he's wearing glasses. They all seem to be dressed up for an event, too. Jinyoung puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around so that I'm facing the other boys.

"This is Park Soyul, and she's a new trainee here." he says, with a smile.
He points to the boy with black hair and glasses.

"Soyul, this is Dongwoo, but his stage name is CNU. Call him whatever feels most comfortable."
He then gestures at the other two boys.

"This is Chan Shik, and his stage name is Gongchan. The guy right next to him is Sun Woo, and his stage name is Baro. Once again, call them whatever feels comfortable."

The three of them smile and say hello. I still can't help but feel uncomfortable, especially with Jinyoung's hands still on my shoulders.

I've never been a big fan of calling people by nicknames, unless it's what they prefer. I don't expect to be talking to B1A4 much in the future, so I'll just call them by their real names. As Jinyoung lowers his hands that were resting on my shoulders, Chan Sik checks his watch and his eyes widen.

"We should get going soon!" he says.

Sun Woo opens the door to the dance studio and calls out, "Come on! We need to get going soon!"
Is there another member of B1A4? Now that I think about it, I think that there were actually five members of B1A4. The remaining member is still in the room then.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." calls a familiar voice.

The door opens again and I gasp.

Standing in front of me is Lee Jung Hwan.

Notes

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