I finally let go of Jakes's hand. Were at the address his aunt told me. It's cold out, you can see all the stars lighting up the dark blue open sky. We’re standing right in front of the reception door, it’s a hotel. Is this where they’re living? I stare at the building for a good 5 seconds, then I hear Jake sigh. “A... are yOu... Ssure thiiiS is the riGHt address she... gave you?” he asks, I can hear him shiver a lot on his voice. I keep staring at the building, then I look down at my phone, where I had written down word for word the address she had spelt. I hear the snow crush slowly as Jake takes a few steps closer with his black mountain shoes. I feel his hand lay on my right shoulder, as he exhales and then says “It’s either way too late to meet him. He’s probably sleeping.” Jakes right, I`ll have to get her earlier tomorrow. I nod as we both slowly starts walking back. “Ready for band practice tomorrow,” Jake says as he looks at me and smile. I smile back and reply “Yeah.”

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We started practising at 9 am and continued until 5 pm. I feel as If had been running a marathon 4 times at once. I smell like a garbage can with rotten eggs and puke. My hair feels so greasy. I shake Jake and Miles’s hands. (Miles doesn’t talk much, but he’s a damn good drummer.) Then I take a hot shower, before getting out, slowly walking towards my apartment. We’re going to practice a lot for a Christmas party on the 20th we look at is more like a time to have fun than an opportunity to get noticed, but we still want to make a great show.

I feel my feet getting heavier and heavier the more I walk. I’m so tired. I get inside the mall, sitting down at the restaurant, I ask for a drink to try and get my energy up, so I don’t fall asleep before I get home. The worker smirks then say, “Long day?” I reply with “You bet.” He hands me a drink, I try and grab the glass, but it feels like my arms have gotten 10 kg weighs on each. How can one practice for 8 hours be so exhausting? I finally manage to drink it up. After 30 minutes of me half asleep I hear a familiar voice. I hear the worker say “Cheonsa” I jump up from my sleep, then seeing his face. Both the worker and Cheonsa looks at me. Then Cheonsa says “Thanks” to the worker and walks out. I get up and run out without thinking. I grab his hand. I see his beautiful black hair wave as he turns around and looks at me with wide eyes. I probably look like that idiot right now, I’m way too drunk to be doing this. His eyes are so capturing! I then without a single brain cell tell him “You’re so beautiful!” I move closer to his face to get a better look at his purple eyes. I then sense my lips getting warmer and wetter. I then get pushed down on the floor. Everything goes by in such a rush.

Suddenly there’s no Cheonsa...

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