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The cheers annoy my ears, and I hate to answer the reporters' questions. I'm tired!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody heard what Teri said, because it's all in her head. She is one of the raising singers in the Philipines. People call her the 'voice of nation'. She was born a singer and she got all the limelight on stage, and the awards too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But she hates it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She just received another award from the national singing competition and now she's in her own room, staring at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teri dear, don't you want to go out and celebrate it with you? It's your day and you should be here with us!" her mother called out for her, but she replied tiredly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I'm tired. You guys go celebrate it without me!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes. Teri feels tired. She is tired with the attention she received ever since she was a child. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"God, this is not what I want," she sighed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But, what does she really wants? She didn't even know. Lying on her bed, she thinks hard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"What did exactly that I want? I really love singing and dancing! Why did I feel tired and I hates it everytime I win the competitions? Hmm... maybe it's because my parents who want me to enter the competition..." As usual, Teri will never get to answer her own question when she fell asleep while thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Monday morning is Teri's favourite day. She loves weekdays. No singing competitions, and she can go to college and learn like other normal teenagers. Walking all the way to college is Teri's precious moment where she can clear her mind, feel the warm sun,  and enjoy the morning breeze-until she ended up getting the wrong turn! Without panicking, Teri turned back to the main road-and that's when she saw a poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Inspired Idol? Audition with us at Quaver Entertainment!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than taking the right turn to her college, she walked to the opposite road and take a bus to the audition venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have the voice and I like the way you projected it. May I know why do you want to join us?" The auditioner asked her, while checking on her profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love singing, and in fact, I've won so many singing competitions. However, I can't feel it. I mean, everytime I sing, I just sing the tune, and it's not coming from the heart. I would like to join the ocmpany so that I can experience how does it feels to train and work hard before I can debut as a professional singer." Teri answered honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in front of her stared hard, before he said, "Okay. You can come with us. I would love to see if a so-called singer like you can cope with our training regime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri can hardly believe her ears. She was so excited that no words came out of her mouth as she accepted the form, and went to the next counter to register herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're lucky. The others need to wait for weeks before we call them," A guy congratulate her as he keyed in Teri's particular in the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, she was surprised to see her parents cheering for her. She was about to tell her the news when her father told her,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"My friend called and told me that you went for an audition. Congratulations dear. I'm glad that you went there and make the decisions on your own," he said, and hugged Teri tight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget to send us some kimchis," her mother joked, wiping her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 is a special chapter.&lt;br /&gt;There will be 5 parts, where you will learn about the member's history, on how they become the QE trainees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make it meaningful and simple for each..heu.. will try hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for waiting for Chapter 7!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-44556931794087573?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Students were roaming around while waiting for the bell to ring. At the farthest corner of the building, you can hear music coming from the dark, small room. Nobody ever notice it, but in that dimmed room, a girl is dancing to the beat from her Ipod. A girl with dark hair and pale skin is dancing alone in that room. You can see form her innocent face that she's in her own world as she moved her body in tune with the music. As the bell rang, she frustratedly turned off her Ipod and went back to her class. Even in the classroom, she only listens to music. Just like in Mary Poppin's or High School Musical, eveything in front of her is moving to the beat. Her dreamy face smiled, enjoying the music that keeps playing in her head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's Latienza's world. Her love for music is so deep but she always keep it to herself. She hardly have friends at school, as she prefers staying home listening to music rather than going out with her friends. Being the only child made her feel lonely at first, but she has music to accompany her and no one can interrupt her when she's listening to music. One day, when she came home, she was surprised to see her mother was waiting for her at the front door. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Latienza, this is Mr. Han. He said that he wants to see you and discuss about something. You didn't get into trouble at school, right?" Her mother looked at her suspisciously.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the living room, a middle-aged man is waiting for her. She bowed a little and greeted him as she took a seat beside her mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Hello Latienza. My name is Mr. Han, and I'm from Quaver Entertainment. I'm from Korea and was here for a business. I spotted you few days back when I'm on my way back to the office. You were dancing alone at the park late in the evening. I would like to have you in our academy. We're training potential teenagers like you to be entertainers," Mr. Han told her straightly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Latienza wanted to say something when her mother interrupted, "what do you mean dancing? my daughter does not dance! I mean, she never went to her school's prom! and and...." She was surprised to discover her daughter's hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You should see her dancing, ma'am," Mr. Han replied. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her mother started asking questions after questions. She was concerned that this Mr. Han is just a con-man who wanted to kidnap her daughter. The argument went for a few minutes when Latienza finally stood up and said, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I'm going to Korea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;uh, I know it's short..mian Latienza~ but since you're the quiet type, so yeah, the story happened so fast XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-2011120893637389136?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I heard Alex's voice from far. I was discussing with the stage manager about their stage turn. They were just finishing their sound-check performance and now were getting ready in the waiting room. They have few hours left, but everything seems to be upside down. I ran towards them who are now waiting for their turn for make-ups. Abby is sitting at the corner, looking very pale. I knew very well that she's freaked out. Abby has stage-fright, but she already overcame it during these years of training, and to see her like this again on their debut day made me panicked too. Alex, on the other hand was walking around the room, trying to calm himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What if I tripped down? What if I forgot the lyrics? What if I accidentally put the mic flying over the stage?" Well, that's not really calming down, but that's what you can hear from Alex as he walked around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unnie, I don't wanna go up there! I wanna go back home!"Abby almost cried. The same word I heard from her few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eric is standing beside Abby, as he tried to calm her down, but later getting distracted by Alex's Pacing to and fro' in front of him. The other girls were talking to each other, trying to get themselves calm, but somehow, none of it works, and in the end, they all surrounded me with their worried looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch. Plenty time to get ready. I motioned them to backstage, to the area where they can see the audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look there," I told them, pointing at a group of people at the front seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See the names they're holding? Tell me what you see, whose name is it?" I asked them, looking at their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all turned to look at the audience seats. A group of people were patiently waiting with their hands holding tight sets of placards with several names. "Read me what you saw on the placard," I asked them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'G-Clef Hwaiting', 'Abby is &amp;hearts;', 'G-Brothers:Alex &amp; Eric', 'Lady Teri', 'Magnae Pearlyn', 'We &amp;hearts; Latienza'..." One by one, they started to read the placards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See? they are your fans! Those who patiently wait one whole month to see you on stage. Those who are willing to sit there for hours just to see your three-minutes performance. Those who come all the way from around the world just to see your first stage. Are you just wanna give up and walk away like that? If you don't want to perform today, I don't mind. Let's pack up and go back home. No harm done, but think about them," I expressed my thoughts to them, my personal thoughts, and pointed at their fans, who are officially called "Melody" for girls, and "Melo-D" for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them think for a while, as they're still looking at the screaming audience. One of the fans saw us backstage and started screaming louder, waving the placard and shouted "G-Clef Hwaiting". I can feel goosebumps at the back of my neck. Only by listening at their cheers totally energized me. I looked at Teri and her fellow members, waiting for their responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got it noona. I don't wanna quit. The show must go on," Eric turned to face me and looked straight into my eyes as he said that. I can see fire burning in her eyes, and his face lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll bring music to your heart..."Alex suddenly said, putting his hands in front of me, and the others followed and put their hands on top of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"G-Clef hwaiting!" They said in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged and then went back to the waiting room. I feel relieved. Not because they didn't quit, but because I can see their spirits back, and the energy flowing in them is so unusual, and I'm sure they know it very well about the reason why they're here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the professional ShadowYin and her crews, the preparation took only for a while, and they have plenty time before the show started, so they sat there waiting in that small room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While waiting, just relax, and take a deep breath. Think about your journey from the first day you come here to audition, until now that you're waiting for your first performance which will start in any moment," I told them, as I check again the flowchart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room went silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"knock, knock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All heads turned towards the door, surprised to hear someone knocking at the door. I opened it and saw a familiar face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shh," The person in front motioned to me to be quiet, and she showed another person behind her who bowed towards me. I can feel that they want it to be a surprise. I opened the door wide and they went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm D, and this is Darkess, my manager," D, my friend back during the training days greeted everyone in the room. D debuted last year and now a famous solo singer who will be performing today. Her new single will be in the No.1 contender for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Minhae! It's been a while!" Darkess greeted me. We known each other when D debuted. She then met the members of G-Clef and greeted them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ommo, it's D!," Alex squealed. What a fanboy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all rushed in front of her and bowed and shook her hands repeatedly, looking surprised that their idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bringing the music straight to your heart. We are G-Clef!" They never forget to do the group greetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D laughed and clapped her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that's a strong one! good job Minhae!" She praised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's not me, but the kids did it themselves. I was surprised too," I told her, feeling very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, I would like to introduce someone to you guys," She told G-Clef members, and told her manager to bring someone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, we are Reverie, nice to meet you!" A group of 5 girls came into the room and greeted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the members were stunned. The room is now packed with so many people. I let them talk to each other as D and I chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know that you're the one who found them," I asked her. It was only one year after her debut, and D already founded a new group under her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's a strategy, hahaha. Plus, they're pretty good, so it's a waste is I just let them go. This is their third week, but they're doing good so far," D explained to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling envious. She's so talented and lucky to debut as a singer, and already had a project group with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any tips?" I ask her, jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, from what I saw, you're doing a great job so far. That's why I brought the girls here, to show our support. That's what we do. We support each other," She said, hugging my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no tips. Just treat them like your friend, children and student. Look after them like you look after yourself, and they'll be fine, " she simply said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having to manage a group made me feel old," She joked, as she bid goodbye to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wished goodluck to each other, and get ready to go on stage. The stage manager already signaled us to gather at the corner of the stage. All of us walked together, and met D and Reverie again there. I can see Teri and Eric chatted with Reverie's member, Yunnie and Melody. Looks like they already getting close to each other.  The rest of the group were silently standing there watching the stage.  We watched other performers while waiting for our turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-8569206634110319998?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I spent hours in the kitchen, preparing some foods. G-Clef will be back anytime soon. For one week I haven't heard anything from them, I missed them so much that I can hardly sleep last night. I cleaned the house, and even cleaned their room too. The cleaning ahjumma was surprised when she came this morning to see everything is in order. I was in the living room feeding our pet turtle when I heard the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It must be them," I thought, and ran to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unnie!" Pearlyn jumped on me first, and then the others came in with their luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all cramped again in the living room, having our late lunch and sharing stories about their MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know noona, I was wrong. Purple sunbae-nim is the nicest trainer ever!" Alex started his story as he put the side dishes into his bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I thought she will torture us just like in the training room, but it feels like we're learning from other person, 180 degree different! and she's funny too! and I think I learnt a lot in the MT than those that I've learned in the past few years," Abby added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya, don't eat too much! You'll gain weight!" Pearlyn started to bable at Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't worry Pearlyn, the food is enough to everyone. Just eat it," Latienza said. Again, she never failed to make us laugh at her sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know... and and unnie, we also learnt new dance moves!" Pearlyn tried to defend herself, since everyone knows that she's not concern about Abby gaining weight, but the fact that she's afraid Abby will finished up the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah noona. Jaellie sunbae-nim was cool, and there's this trainer named AJ taught us some hip hop moves" Alex is ready to show us the moves, when teri stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is more that what we expected, and I personally feel energized and inspired and of couse, confident with our debut next week." Everyone listened to Teri's comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all good, and nothing like starving, or even running for hours.. right L?" Eric stared at Latienza who stared back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, okay, I'm happy that everyone is fine and I hope this MT will became your new chapter in preparing yourself to be good singers in the future! Let's get ready for our next schedule" I managed to stop them from having their usual nonsense fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've written today's schedule on that whiteboard and you can check them yourself. Unpack your things, and get ready for your next schedule in 40 minutes," I added, while piling the bowls and plates, and sent it to the kitchen. The rest of them are now running towards the whiteboard and after a while, all of them were rushing to their rooms. After cleaning up the dishes, I went to my room and get ready. I waited for them at the front door and one by one, they were all in front of me, getting ready for their schedules today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, today, we're having the video shoot for your profile, and then we'll go back to prepare for your mini performance, which I'm sure you've trained already at the MT. It' may look simple as you'll only perfom at the shopping mall, but first impression is important too, especially when you're not officially debuted yet." I explained to them while riding the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay noona. Points taken," Alex said. He's now playing with his PSP, while the others were discussing about the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, do we need to sing for the video shoot?" Abby asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not really sure about that. Let's hear it from the director once we arrive there, okay?" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Shadowyin, "Hey, are you there already?" I asked her. "Really? that's cool. We're aricing in ten minutes," I informed her, feeling excited since she's already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadowyin is there with your costumes, and we'll arrive soon," I told them. Teri is waking up Eric who's sleeping beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now arriving the shooting studio and everyone is there. We all went in and greet the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I'm Fatone, and I'll be the  director for today's shooting." The director, who is female this time greeted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, we're G-Clef! nice to meet you" They greeted and bowed together. Well, they even prepared a group greeting when they're at the MT! I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well well.. how was my kids today?" Shadowyin's voice can be heard from afar. She was happy to see the group."I'm glad that you guys come back in one piece!" she added, as they bowed in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahahhaa.. yeah, glad to have them here as well!" I hugged her. We all gathered in the middle of the set to listen to the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, this will be personal-shot video, and each of you will show your personal talent and abilities, but everything will be dimmed, and only your silhouette can be seen. you know, sorta mysterious..." We listened to Fatone's explanation carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shadowyin, please prepare them quick, and we'll start with Eric," Fannae, the assistant director added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then moved to the make-up room. The kids are excited to see their new outfit and everyone is eager to try it on. I helped Shadowyin with their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noona, how to wear this thing?!" Alex screamed. I rushed to check him out as he was entangled with the jacket and the accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Eric, you go out first, and I'll follow you in a second," I told Eric, as now Shadowyin and I were both helping Alex with his costume. She entangled them in just a blink of eye! so I rushed outside to monitor Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now receiving explanations from Fatone, while the make up artist is having final touch of his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, your specialty is dancing, so let's show some of your dance moves, as I said 'action!'. We'll play the music for you too..," The director explain it to him as he nodded, fully understanding the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when the music is played, Eric seems like he's in his own world, dancing through the music wholeheartedly. I can feel the goosebumps as he did the backflip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAHHH!!! " Alex exclaimed beside me. Looks like he's ready for his turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unnie, I'm nervous. I have to play the guitar," Alex showed the guitar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. Just play it like you usually did at the training room. Be yourself," I try to make him relax, as Fannae called him to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phew, that was nerve wrecking!" Eric sighed as he sat down beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nerve wrecking mweoya...?? you did a great job!" I told him. He smiled back at me and we both were now concentrating on Alex's shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know that Alex can play that well," Pearlyn's voice startled me. I guess I'm too amazed with Alex's voice and guitar playing, that I didn't see her and the other three girls who already behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course! Anyway, are what are you guys will do for the shoot?" Eric asked them, but too bad, they just simply said "secret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was worth to wait. Teri started off with her singing ability. She sang a few lines, but it's enough to make you feel like your're floating in the air, along with the music. The beige dress really suit her and she looks like a singing goddess. After mesmerized with Teri's singing, the crews were now being amazed with Latienza's acrobatic moves. Although she's the less talker in the group, we can see that she's talking pretty much through her dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wahh, I should ask her to show me that move later" Eric said, clapping his hands hard as Latienza finished her part. We all then concentrate again and wait for Abby's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wooohooo!!!" the members cheered for Abby, as she appeared in front of the camera with a deck of cards. Instead of looking pretty, we can feel the charismatic aura around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first part, she showed her hidden side of ability as she rap an English song.  I was surprised because she hardly rap during training, and after that, she showed us some magic trick with the cards. I'm sure people will surprised to see her later, since she will be the singer, not the rapper, and of course, to have people who are good in both singing and rapping is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She looks like she got more hidden talent to show. That's why I put this magic show concept on her.  I was surprised when she said she can so come card tricks, and I'm glad I have that concept on her," Fatone explained to me. I smiled proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, with the largest props, our magnae Pearlyn showed her finger skill as she played Flight Of The Bumblebee in the piano. I was proud to hear the crews wows and wahs as they watch her playing not stop. We all clapped hard as she played the last note and we're cheering as if we've won a lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much guys. You did a very good job today, and good luck for your debut next week," Fatone praised them as they bowed to him repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all said goodbye as we moved to our next schedule. Back in the van, they were all chattering loudly, talking about the shooting. They were all very excited about it until they didn't realize that they already arrived the company's building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I guess that really motivates them as they received a very loud applause form the audience during their pre-debut performance at the mall later that evening. They're not only did well during the final training, but also during the performance. They should receive that big applause after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late at night and we're on our way home. They're too tired to talk, and they were all fast asleep. I checked on their schedules for tomorrow and planed for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope this will last until Saturday. 5 more days and we'll move to another level" I whispered to myself. I almost fell asleep as I received a text message form someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saw your kids on stage. awesome! good job and hwaiting! -Seunghyun-" I smiled, and replied the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh* I thought you guys will debut in this chapter! lolz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks like you have to wait... hehehe~ 5 more days before the debut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-7626101694311113254?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I mean, we're doing good so far," Teri tried to get this cleared. However, the others were all speechless to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, that's my fault. I messed up our training this morning," Abby replied her unnie's questions. Her eyes were full with tears and will fall anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost for words, and don't know how to comfort them. The room fell into silence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come on guys, this can't be that bad," Alex voiced up. "Remember what Jaellie Sunbae-nim told us to see thing positively? Well, if we can't avoid it, then at least we should enjoy it, I think.." He added, as he patted Abby's back. The rest of the members looked at him, and I too, amazed by his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's quite true. Abby, don't worry, it's not your fault. We're all in this together right?" Pearlyn finally brightens up. I felt relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, MT is nothing. nothing much... just wake up at 5, running for few hours, prepare your own food, being left alone in the middle of the jungle, lots of torture.. that's all" It's either Latienza is too random or she's just being sarcastic here. Everyone looked at her, blankly. *crows flying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on guys, this is just a beginning. We haven't even start anything yet! let's go back to the company and update your schedule." I finally have the guts to say something. We all then packed up and in no minute, we're on our way back to QE's headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back seems pretty quiet. No one said anything and everyone's looking outside the car, probably in their deep thoughts. I wonder what they're thinking, or feeling. It would be tough for them. Two weeks more before the debut and they have to go to intensive training, and that left us one week for the final preparations. Everything is running in my head like the ads you seen on TV. Everything appeared in my head one by one, non-stop. I feel like my head is about to burst. They were all worked hard these days, but it's still not enough to satisfy the director. The next moment I looked at them, they were all fell asleep. Probably too tired. Mentally and physically.Few minutes later, we're back in our training room. That's when I received a call again. I rushed out and went to see the Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you said that they were improving? But what's with the report I received from vocal trainer about the kids? This is not the first time you know. Every week, there's always comments and complains about them, I have to say that's it's your fault that they were sent to MT!" I was given a good lecture, to be sarcastic, as I  arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, they're learning their ways here" I try to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they have learned it FIVE YEARS AGO! now is the time for them do use what they have been taught years ago, not to START learning! " Okay, that freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be shouted by trainers are fine, but to be shouted alone, but the head of QE, I can't do anything else but chickened out. I stared down at the floor while listening to everything he said, and try to make mental notes out of it. I will not follow them to the MT, that's what Director Kim wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not some sort of reality shows or anything like that. Let them go there and DO NOT in any way contact them. Did you get what I'm saying?" he asked sternly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just nodded, bowed and met the kids back in the room. They were all set to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is everything okay?" Eric asked, feeling concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, it's all fine. Director Kim is asking about your updates. Anyway, this is your schedule for today, and we might have few schedules for the next seven days to be piled in today, and some will be pushed next week, when you're back" I smiled, hiding my worried face, as I showed them their schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"feel free to ask if you have anything that's not clear" I waited for their questions, as they browse the white sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"group trainings...photoshoot..  profile videos? what's that unnie?" Abby asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, like we have discussed earlier, you guys will be introduced one by one, and we're making short clips for that. So it's gonna be like solo short clips with your profile on that," I explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's our next schedule here? it's a blank here," Teri handed back the schedule to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, you're moving to a new house, and live under one roof." I briefed their next schedule. "You've been informed to pack earlier right? So after your group training, we'll get your things, and check out the new dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see smiles formed on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hwaiting!" again, they cheered together, and that's when Jaellie came in to train them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaellie and I high-fived before I walked out of the room, to settle their moving schedule after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoaaa.. it's pretty big!" Alex exclaimed, running around to check the rooms, kitchen and the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just arriving our new apartment, which is located in the heart of the city. It's already late as they just finished their schedule today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, come here in a second! Noona wants to say something! " Eric called him. They were all gathering around me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should be very lucky to have quite a large house to live in. This wing is for boys, there's one room with two beds on my right side. That's your room. And girls, that wing,  two people per room, and boys are not allowed to cross over that wing after 11pm, arasseo?" I finished my explanation, and picked up my own luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can go to your own rooms and unpack. Please make it your home, BUT rules are still there. There's the rules list there, which I myself haven't check it out, so let's gather around in the living room in 30 minutes, okay?" I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I entered my own room. It's quite small, but I guess that's pretty good enough. The house itself has four rooms, and complete with kitchen, and sofas in the living room. It's quite luxurious for a new group like them, but oh well, we should be thankful for now. I unpacked my stuff, which is not that much. I missed Jaellie already, so I texted her telling about the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thirty minutes, they were all in the living room. I brought in some snacks and drinks and passed them around. I saw a card pasted on the living room. It's the rules and regulations. We scanned them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like the hotel room," Pearlyn joked. "I was afraid to use the drawers!"she continued, and the others laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed about the rules. and suddenly, Alex asked, "Noona, you'll come with us to the MT right? just like the other groups?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I have to stay here and you have to survive on your own," I swallowed my drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the other groups have their managers with them!" Eric exclaimed. Everyone agreed with him, and they were looking worried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, it's only one week, and I cannot be with you there. I have to settle things here because right after you came back, you only have exactly one more week to debut. There are still so many things to do and to prepare, and we all wanted the debut to be a success, right?" I explained thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have each other, right? no matter what happened there, we'll always stick to each other and support each other, okay?" Teri tried to gain their confidence back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but you have to pack your things on your own, because Shadowyin unnie won't do that for us, right?" Latienza's random question made us burst into laughter. We stayed there for a while and talked to each other, and when the clock strikes 12am, I motioned them to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good night noonas, unnies," Eric and Alex said goodnight first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a mother, I sent them off to their room, and checked on their room to make sure that it's not messy. And then, I sent the girls to their rooms too, and said good night to them. I walked to the living room to cleaned up the rubbish and brought the glasses to the kitchen. I can hear their voices from outside. They're probably packing and getting ready for tomorrow's trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good night guys, and wake up early tomorrow~" I said good night as I finished cleaning the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good night!" their voices echoed in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be hard day for them, and as their manager, I can't help but to feel worried, and hope that they will stay strong during the training, and gain more strength when they come back next week. Somehow, I feel sorry to them. Too many good news and bad news in just one day, but I realized that they're getting close to each other. They always cheer up and comfort each other. I hope this will stay until they debuted... in two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep, dreaming of them at the MT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably the dullest chapter. took me more than two hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry if this is less than what you expected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope I get more inspirations for the next chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one week before their debut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-8856214274336911030?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's a half-sound-proof room, so, to hear voices from it would means something is not right in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is G-Clef's vocal training, and I came by to check on them after I met the photographer. They're supposed to have their first photoshoot today, for the teaser. I planned to quietly open the door, but suddenly Purple storm out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned to see her, but she looked back to the trainees and said, "if you keep doing that and did not listen to me, you'll never debut any time soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were the trainee, I would have burst into tears. I walked inside and see Abby, Alex and Pearlyn in the room. Pearlyn's eyes were red, and Abby is crying silently as their heads were looking down at the lyrics sheet. They didn't realize me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what happened?" I asked coldly. I was concerned about them, but to think of it, they should face the reality that being an artist is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised to hear a voice, Alex looked up and look at me. "We can't hit the high part. Noona, it's not easy, we tried very hard, but we still get it wrong," Alex explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's all my fault. I'm the one who supposed to do that part but I can't do that," Abby's sobbing is getting louder. I feel like hugging them, and comforting them, but I can't. We were trained to train them as artist, not to adopt them as our sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat in front of the piano, and look at the sheet music and lyrics. There was this huge circle on a part, with red markers. It looks like that it almost ripped apart because it has been circled so many times. I start playing few bars before that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagined that you're climbing a mountain, to pick a golden apple. That golden apple is so important that you cannot go down before you get it," I started reciting the words as I played the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've reached the mountain, but the golden apple is too high, on top of the tree. What would you do?" I asked them, without looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"err... you jump?" Alex answered, uncertainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay... you jump. You jump two times..three times... but the golden apple did not budge.. then what?" I asked again, and wait patiently for them to answer. My fingers are reaching the most difficult part of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of an answer, I can hear Abby's voice stared singing, slowly, and then she pull out her voice, and right when I reached that part, she pull it out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled secretly, and keep playing for two bars before I do the ritart. Then, there was silence again. All three of them were amazed, and I can see Abby's eyes shining. She didn't say anything. Probably amazed by her own ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there you go. Pearlyn, go on the piano, and you guys try it again. See you after 15 minutes at room 309." I smiled to each of them and went to see the other three. They must be in the dancing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived there, Eric and his fellow members were training on their own. I spotted Jaellie, their dance trainer standing near the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey Jae! howz my kids today?" I greeted her. We have been friends since my first day in Quaver Ent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"helloo... there!," she greeted me back, cheerful as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your kids are doing fine. Teri is showing really good progress, and Eric has been a good help. He was born a dancer, I told you," she said, handing me a cup of plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to hear that. "Yeah. And I'm very sure that I made a right decision to choose him and Alex in the group too. The trio is having a bad day today. Hope Purple wont have points or they'll end up at MT this weekend," I told her. I always share things with her, as we also live in the same apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolz, QE's training camps are always nightmare. But don't you remember? that's what make us here today! but you know that we cannot lie to the director. I also need to report their progress everyday! " she replied. That's why I like about her. She view things positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and finished up my drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, Abby, Pearlyn and Alex joined the others in the room. They looked way better than when I saw them in vocal room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teri unnie!" Pearlyn screamed and jumped behind Teri and as she fell on the floor with Pearlyn on top of her, and the rest of the members jumped on her too to build a human pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya! that's hurt!" she exclaimed, as she struggled herself from the members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"noona, Abby did a great job today! she managed to hit the high note perfectly after Minhae noona showed it to us" I can hear them chattering at the center of the room. Jae elbowed me and motioned her eyes to them. I felt relieved to see them being so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time to go out, and I call them. "okay guys, get ready, we're off to the photoshoot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariving the studio, Shadowyin was already there, arranging their costumes. She came to us as she saw us coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello G-clef! and Minhae!" and the kids bowed to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadowyin then started preparing them, with the help of her teammates. I took some photos of them as they were busy wearing their suits and mirrored themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is so happy that he became so hyper today. "Noona, did I look good? Yahhh, I can pass as a model!" He said excitedly, as he shot a few poses in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they were called to the set one by one. There's no more excited voices as they started to pose in front of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loosen up a bit, yeah, like that" the camera director gave instructions after instructions to them. They looked a little nervous, since this is their first time doing an official photoshoot, and they waited silently for their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"go L!" Alex cheered for Latienza as she looks more nervous than the others, and the others followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to her members' cheers, Latienza gained her confidence and start smiling in each camera clicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of photoshoot, they're taking a break and we're all cramped in the small area full with wires and props for the photoshoot. We chatted while having our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good job guys, you're doing a great job!" Shadowyin praised them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? well, I think I'm the only one who did well. Are you sure Eric's picture turns out okay? Coz he always fail to selca!" As usual, Alex will waste no time to tease his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course he's doing good, you pabbo! what's with the smirk during the last photoshoot? you think you can look like TOP?" Pearlyn teased Alex, in favour of Eric. The room became noisy. Alex didn't want to lose, so he replied back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's a famous style okay!" he did the same post again, trying to defend his pride. Again, the laughter erupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I received a phone call. I walked out of the room to a quiet area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Howz your artist? Are they doing well these days?" it's Director Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me no time to answer, as he give a very long speech about the kids. Purple must have reported everything to him. I sighed, as I walked back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is it unnie?" Latienza asked. She has finished eating and now reading her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her questions, all heads turned towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you guys are going to MT tomorrow" I said short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-8582679619141768626?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I greeted them, feeling very nervous. "Hello!" they greeted me back and I motioned them to sit down in a circle. "Have you been practicing hard enough?" I tried to start the conversation with something simple, although the truth is that I don't know how to tell this to them. It supposed to be a good news but I'm feeling nervous about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course noona, even this wood leg Eric can dance pretty well today!" Alex teased his step brother, and they started to wrestle until Teri hit their backs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya! stop it! Yes unnie, I think we've been doing good, and way better this week. Let's hope that there will be auditions soon," she said. She always been the most hardworking one. Although she came here as a singer, but she sees herself as someone who knew nothing about music and willing to learn from scratch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, even trainer oppa said so too. But of course, we have to practice harder," Pearlyn added short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well then," I said, as I looked into their eyes. "it looks like you need to work double, or maybe triple harder since today." I said seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it noona? Did we received bad points?"Alex's face turned serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving bad points from trainers will mean that they will have to go to MT, which is a nightmare to every trainees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no you're not," I almost laughed to see his serious face. The funny boy, and the joker in the group is now staring at me with a very straight and worried faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're going to debut in one month and all of us needs to work triple hard on it!" i finished my words and waited for their responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30 seconds passed&lt;/span&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we are.... debuting....?" Latienza, the quietest in the group finally said something. The other 5 looked at her in surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"noona? really? so we're finally performing on stage? unnie, it's not a joke right? It's not April, it's almost October now!" I can't tell who ask what because everyone is all around me asking so many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay okay.. let me say it again," I couldn't content my laughter and burst into a long laugh, the first one since I met our CEO Kim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yep, you're going to debut in one month. You guys only have one month to prepare, and then go on stage, sing and we have to make sure that we get number #1 in two months.. so we have THREE months to do it all. That's what CEO Kim wanted. Three months or never.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room became quiet again. "okay unnie. thank you for the chance. I'm sure we will work extra hard for it. right guys?" Teri asked her fellow members. "yes! hwaiting!" they all said in unison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt relieved. "Now, go back practice, and I'm off for a meeting. I shall see you guys again later. Work hard kids!" I said, as I walked out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day were filled with running here and there. I need to meet stylist, road managers, and hold meetings with several people to arrange for their debut. They have came out with the group name: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G-Clef&lt;/span&gt;. It's another name for Treble clef, which is the melody line in sheet music. That pretty suit them because they're a singing group. One week has passed but I hardly have time to check on their trainings since I have to go to meetings and such. But it's all settled now and I have more time to monitor them. The Director has been giving us pressure as he keeps asking about the group's progress and improvement and I can see that he really wants this group to be a huge success and able to beat other groups. It will be  a huge competition because there will be two other groups debuting in the same week with G-Clef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure about the date?" Shadowyin, their stylist asked me. We've been discussing about the members' styles and concepts for their first photoshoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeap. pretty sure. I think that's the best time, even though we might need to be fully prepared for possible competitions from few debuting artists. Anyway, have you came out with overall concept yet?" I asked Shadowyin, as I browse through several pictures of models and samples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah. We're going for a mix and match. That is, we have members from different age groups and also genders, so, we will have them to wear something that suit their age, and at the same time match with the groups image," she explained it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at this set of costume. Since they're debuting in Fall, so the overall concept is a bit descent, in terms of colours. We're using beige as the base colour, and few other colours that suits their personality." She showed few pictures in her folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like this one, " I pointed a picture to her. "Teri and Latienza can go for a lady-like style, with less details on the constume, but we focus more on the accessories, and the boys will go with suit. Yes, that one with fancy details on top. Abby and Pearlyn can go for this one, with some bright colors to compliment with beige." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I listen to her explanations on the costume she prepared for them while walking towards the training room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn is on the piano, as Abby and Eric is singing beside her. Alex is showing Teri some dance moves and Latienza is sitting at the corner, reading a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taking a break?" I greeted them while entering the room. They all gathered around me and Shadowyin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me introduce you to Shadowyin. She'll be your stylist, and I hope you can give full co-operations to her." I introduced Shadowyin to them and they were all greeted her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Shadowyin, and congrats for being chosen as QE's next artist! I'll work hard to bring you best outfits!" Shadowyin greeted them cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noona, are we going for a photoshoot?" Alex asked me. Always the cheerful boy, he looked at me in excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not today. We have one hour, and Shadowyin will brief each of you about your style, concept and what will you wear for your photoshoot tomorrow." They were all excited hearing about the photoshoot and were cheering when I have to stop them before continuing my briefing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUT, while waiting for your turn, You will have to go to your vocal lesson with Ms. Lee, and I'll be there to inspect you" I finished my word when I saw Ms. Lee entering the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ay ay captain!" they all said in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-5084643352314042267?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not fully impressed with your presentation just now, and also the others. No one gave me good enough impressions, but I like your idea. I'm going to give you one chance. Only ONE chance, or else, you better go back home. Prepare the kids for their debut next month, and two months for them to reach number one in music chart. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Kim said everything in just one breath before he gestured me that he's finished talking. I bowed to him and walked out of the room. My hands are all sweaty, and my head is dizzy. There's so many things running in my head. Did I succeed? Or did I failed? until I realize that I have one month to prepare a debut for Quaver Entertainment's new group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With very heavy steps, I walked towards a little room, the farthest part of Level 3. From outside, you can hear musics playing from each room. I stood outside Room 309 and peered through the small glass on the door. Four girls and two boys are dancing, following their trainer in front. I looked at each face. The faces of Korea's Future Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood at 155cm, the smallest among all, Abby is dancing at the back. A petite girl with dark hair who flew all the way from Malaysia was already a trainee since my first year in QE. She sangs pretty well, and the whole 5 years of training shows a huge improvements in her dancing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri is the eldest among them, but she's pretty talented, and lucky, I guess. She came here two years ago from the Philippines as a winner in Filipino's version of American Idol and she IS indeed an idol. She's not only sing, but can act too, and I think she's already got her name in her own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her quiet look, people might think that she's sick. Latienza, who hailed from Canada is pretty quiet, but her rap is awesome. Having mixed parents gave her extra credits of being brilliant and fast learner. She raps more than she talk, and that makes her special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the youngest of all, Pearlyn is a very talented pianist. She got accepted here when she sang her own written song, and played the piano. Although she's having a hard time with dancing, but it is as good now compared to her first day in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys in the room, who look a like are Eric and Alex. Surprisingly, they came from Korean father, but different mother, due to their parents' divorce. Eric got his mother's Taiwanese look and Alex's Japanese shows the strong blood from her mother. Although they are step-brothers, they are the closest friends ever, and people often regard them as twin with different qualities. I can see that in their faces, but let's hope they can shine more during their debut preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervously, I opened the door to talk to them about the debut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-5794762398470450315?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today is her turn to work midnight shift @ the cyber cafe. Her fellow CC mate, Eunchae will always accompany her, but not for tonight. Nanako is somehow a little coward girl. She got a weak heart, so, she tried to avoid working late night shift alone. "She'll probably fell asleep while talking on the phone with her boyfriend.. oh well, people with boyfriend.." she mumbled again. the cyber cafe is cold tonight, since it's raining outside.. there's still plenty of customers there, so she needs to wait a little longer. Usually, if last customer went out at 1.30am, she can close the CC at 2 am. Nanako checked her watch, "it's 2 in the morning" she sighed. There's still customers coming. Looks like she needs to close it at 3AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long wait, the customers were slowly going back. She packed her things, and wrote the account report for her shift and redy to go back to her hostel. Her heart pounded fast. She didn't look around her, walk out of the door and quickly search for the keys when suddenly she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. "AHHHHHHHH" she screamed, and turned around, and stopped straight away when she saw Eunchae standing there. "Ya, stop doing that! it's scary you know!" she said, picking out the keys that she accidentally dropped just now. "Close already?" Eunchae asked. Nanako stared at her. "duh, it's 3 already! and you're supposed to be here three hours before!" She said, still feeling mad because of Eunchae's action. "Can I use the pc for a while? i need to do some work," Eunchae asked, in monotone. Again, Nanako stared at her. "what's wrong with you? you wanna do your assignment? hmmm...okay..." Being best friends, Nanako re-opened the CC and walked it. The wind suddenly blows and shut the door, and now it's totally dark in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked slowly, like a blinded person, trying to find the switch, when she heard Eunchae's voice "thanks Nana. Thank you for being my dinner tonight," the voice is so close, that Nanako can feel the breeze at her neck. She froze there, thinking that Eunchae is putting a joke on her. She can feel Eunchae's hand on her shoulder again, and she wanted to scream when suddenly her phone beeped. She quickly check it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unnie, can u help me with Photoshop? I just got my CD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a text message from Abil. "hehh?? messaging me in the middle of the night just because of that?" Nanako shouted at the phone when suddenly the lights turned on. She then remembered what happened to her just now. She turned around but she can't find Eunchae. "Eunchae??" she called. There's no one there, except her. She scared out and ran back to her room without bothering to switched off the lamps or lock the&lt;br /&gt;door, when she receied a text message form Eunchae "sorry i didn't come to CC. I fell asleep and just woke up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author : Chazzie&lt;br /&gt;Storyline : Mi$$ Red Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hehehhe, a story dedicated to K.Aton, requested by Mi$$ Red Nabilah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cannot contact the author afterwards, please be informed that the author is no longer alive, because she's been killed by the ghost named Eunchae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-4439011353826568958?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Not even a single hello ever exchanged between us. When we met, we just nod, and then go our own way. He, to music room, and me, to drawing room next to it. He played my favourite song again. I listening to in silently, sitting in front of my easel, trying to draw something. Blank. I can't picture any single thing in my head. And then I heard the piano again. Once the melody arrived my ear, my hand will automatically scribbled itself on the drawing board. Just like the song, I drew an ever flowing river, dreaming of my secret haven, where I can be there on my own, live happily, without thinking of anything else. I ended the drawing with my sign, as the melody reaching the ritard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held up my head, trying to look at his face through the small glass, at the adjacent door. He was no longer there. I sighed, and packed my things and went back to classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same routine happened since that day. Everytime I'm having difficulty to draw, he will play the piano, as if knowing that it will help me, and inspire me to draw something beautiful. I would like to thank him. Yes I should. So, the next day, I slowly walked into the room, along the neatly arranged musical instrument until I arrived at the very end of the room where the piano was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't there. The piano was left untouched. I sat on the chair, eyes on the white shining keys. There was a music sheet in front of me. Untitled. I played the first verse, mesmerized by it's pleasant melody. I continued until the very last note, losing myself into a beautiful strange world. The ringing bell brought me back to reality. I rushed to the drawing room to get my untouched drawing block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I was startled. There was a drawing on the first page of my drawing block. A very neat drawing of a girl, playing a piano. Chilly sweat rushed down my spine. Nothing can describe my feelings. Who could it be? Was it the pianist? Was he in the drawing room today? I can't sleep all night thinking of him, his songs, and his smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I sat on my usual spot, waiting for his music. Quiet. No movement, nor sounds at all. I was frustrated, and left. One whole week went by and I'm losing myself. I can't draw anything. My homework were left untouched. I need inspiration. I missed his melody. I missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore. I went to the room, to wait for him. He was not there. I played the song that I found last week. I play it repeatedly, as my tears falling down, sharing the sadness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally immersed in that song, that I didn't realize that my music teacher stood there beside me. "How did you know the song? It's been a while that someone played that song since..." the teacher couldn't continue her words. I insisted her to tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since the composer died. This song was composed by my very best student. The most talented pianist I ever met. He wrote this song two weeks before his death, a terrible accident, saying that it was written for a girl who loves to draw in the next room. There wasn't any room next door. Not until this year. I always thought that he was imagining things...and tomorrow is his death anniversary..." I couldn't listen more. Tears are running faster and my hands felt cold, as a chilly breeze suddenly flew into the room, flying all the notes off the piano....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poster by JAELLIEx3 from VERSAHTYLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-7282319862576268578?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy birthday! Shall we meet and celebrate it together?" World read the message, or shall we say reading out super loud the message for oh-so-many-times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally cannot believe his eyes, and phones when Lee Hyori, the girl that he had a crush since his first year wanted to celebrate his birthday with him! One he received the message, he rushed to the adjascent room and slammed the door. "Yo, boys, look here! Open up!" he shouted. He wanted to show off to his fellow friends. Hyukjae, Jiyong and Hongki walked into his room, looking very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whassup bro?" Hyukjae asked, sitting on the sofa. They surely lack of sleep, probably watching movie or playing PlayStation. World showed them the message. "oh?" Hongki read the mesage, feeling fully awake. The others gatheres around to read it. "Puhaahaha, call me Romeo and toss me a drick! I'm having a date tonight!hahaha...what a gerat way to celebrate my birthday!" The three boys look blankly towards their sunbae who are standing on the sofa, admiring and feeling proud of himself, laughing like Shin Chan, the cute Japanese cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you reply the text, hyung?" Jiyong asked. They were all gathered around World. "Oh, right, I forgot," he said, and quickly texting back the girl. "Okay, sent!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep...beep..*&lt;br /&gt;Donghae jumped to his feet. It's his phone. He read it and quickly put his phone away. Behind World, he sent an eye signal to Jiyoung and Hongki, and three of them stood up. "Err, hyung, you better get ready soon. We'll leave you alone to get ready then.." Hyukjae said. "Yeah, right. I need to set my hair, but flowers...."he kept talking to himself that he didn't see the boys sneaking out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp at 8, World waited at the park, where he planned to meet Hyori. He's feeling very nervous, and his hands were shaking. After a while, he saw a girl's figure near the tower. 100% sure that it's Hyori, he walked nervously towards the girl. "Hi, Hyori?" World asked nervously, and slowly, the girl turned around and greeted him, "Hi oppa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World felt like dying, and the flowers in his hands dropped. It's not Hyori! "You're not Hyori!" he said, furiously. He just can't believe his eyes. The girl giggled so hard, that makes World realize something, "Ang you're not a girl either!" he shouted.  The girl giggled harder, as she removed her wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aisyyy..it's you Taemin ah! you little..!" World can't help himself but feeling very mad. He ran towards Taemin, his roommate, and try to strangle him. Lucky Taemin three pairs of hands managed to stop World beforehand. "Stop hyung!" however, the boys cannot hold him tight because they were laughing hard, falling on the grass. World took the opportunity to beat each of them. "Hyung, hahaha, stop it! HAPPPY BIRTHDAY!" they said, while trying to save themselves from World's punches. "Happy birthday? your head ah!" he shouted while hitting the boys head, and kicking their butt for having such stupid surrpise for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one-shot is dedicated to my beloved unnie, XiaoChun. Unnie, your faves are all there! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-8110931333115882420?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Two hours ago, her father told her that they're moving out again. Cheryl's father runs a business that requires him to travel a lot. This is their 5th time moving out, and Cheryl didn't know how to describe her feelings. Sad? mad? upset? happy? "Well, it won't make any difference. I never had any friends here, and I'm sure I'll be okay," she said, trying to comfort herself. She stood up, still looking outside and sighed. "I hope they will fix the Internet first thing once we arrived." She really hopes so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet is her like. She's been living in her cyber world since they started moving a lot, few years ago. Her father thought that it will be the best way for her to keep in touch with her old friends, but well, he was wrong. She never made any new friends at previous places, but instead, she's getting closer with her online friends. She spent hours chatting with them and it always make her happy to share stories even though they never meet each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DING!*&lt;br /&gt;Her messenger buzzed. It's one of her friend, Teri-unnie! She smiled, and sat in front of her laptop, replying her friend's buzz. They chatted for a while, and Cheryl told her everything that happened today. She even post it in her blog, about how she needs to move again to a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few hours of chat, she found herself in a good mood. She met so many friends today. Purple made her a 2PM wallpaper. She always idolize 2PM since their debut. She also chatted with Phebs about the surprise birthday party for SueWey that she planned with Anna. Teri even made her more GIFs for her to use in her blog. What else can make her happy besides having her virtually friend who treat her like their best friend and sister? "I think I should start packing now," she said, saying good bye to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played the music from her laptop and let it play while she packed her stuff. It only took her an hour because she didn't have much things to bring. A bag of clothes, and a box full of music CDs and accessories. "I'll pack the laptop tomorrow, when we're about to go," she made a mental note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she woke up pretty early to get ready. She turned off her laptop, and brought her luggage downstairs. Her parents and younger brother were already at the front door, waiting for the taxi. Her younger brother, Minho greet her, " cheer up noona, daddy promised that there will be a huge soccer field nearby and we can play soccer once we arrived," he said. Cheryl smiled at the thought of the two of them playing soccer in a totally strange place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived, the weather is breezy. Cheryl tried to capture the new city and try to remember the roads and buildings, in case she got lost later. Arriving their new apartment, Cheryl's heart beat fast. She put her bags beside her bed and looked outside the window. Her daddy was right. There was a big field at the back of their apartment. She smiled and started unpacking her luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, she switched on her laptop and checked out her homepage and email. "7 new comments". She clicked the link and to her surprise, her online friends sent her banners and posters wishing her good luck at the new place. Che felt like screaming out loud when she clicked on Teri Unnie's gift, which was a wallpaper with Junsu of 2PM on it. She felt like crying, but at the same time, she was happy and excited while typing reply messages to her friends. "I guess, moving out is not totally bad at all, especially when you know that you always have your friends waiting for you once you're home," she typed her last sentence when her brother called, "Noona, I found my soccer ball! let's check out around the house and have a kick out at our new place!" Minho's cheerful voice echoed and feeling grateful and happy, Cheryl went downstairs to join her brother. "Who knows, this will be THE place and we'll never move again.." Cheryl made a little wish before going out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written :26/07/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-7705753040250600984?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Please do make yourself home. I'm gonna wake the fellow roomates and we can introduce ourselves to you," He said and rushed to the room to wake Hero and Naru. Nudging the boys several times, they didn't even move an inch. As he lost his patience, he shouted, "Ya, wake up! we got a guest!" and starts kicking and slapping the boys like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it hyung?" Hero asked from under the blanket, with eyes still close. He surely get used with the kicking that it didn't effect his sleep at all. Cheonwoo jerked the blanket away and try his hard grabbing the pillow that covered Naru's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we..have..a new...house mate...you..fools! wake..up..now..or..no...breakfast..for you!" he said while having a tug-of-war with Naru. Even though his eyes are shut, and he looks like he's still sleeping, Cheonwoo had a hard time pulling the pillow off his face. But then in a second, Cheonwoo were flying off the room and thud! here he sat on the floor with the pillow in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, these two boys really monsters! After hearing the word "NO BREAKFAST" they suddenly woke up and already standing beside their beds. "Okay hyung, let's meet the..err...you said someone's coming?" Naru said looking at Cheonwoo. Rubbing his back, Cheonwoo motioned the boys to the living room and they rushed outside, leaving him on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they arrived in the living room, they looked around and found no one. "Yi, I thought I heard hyung said that someone came?" Naru exclaimed and jumped on the nearest sofa. "Ouch!" A voice came from the sofa and he jumped behind Hero as both of them screamed. "SOFA MONSTER!!!!" Cheonwoo ran towards them to see what happened. there, stood before them the guest that they heard in the dream, no, during their sleep as what their hyung told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I woke up pretty early and I fell asleep on the sofa" Rubbing his eyes and rearranging his cap, Jaejoong explained the situation. Seeing the two people, he then stood up and introduced himself again. "Hello, I'm Jaejoong. I just transfered here." He said, bowing a little towards the boys. Seeing Naru and Hero who are still stunned with the event, Cheonwoo slaps them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, oh, hi, I'm Naru, and this is Hero. We lived here since our first year. So yeah, sorry about that. I thought no one is on the sofa" Naru said, scratching his not-itchy head. "Now, another surprise. First, someone is on the sofa, and second, I thought it's a girl!" Naru said to himself. "And I'm Cheonwoo. I'm the senior and call me hyung. I cook, I do the laundry and even wash the dishes" Geez, what a lame intro. Hero smirked listening to Cheonwoo's introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep... beep* -one message received-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero reads his messaged and screamed. "MINHO HYUNG IS COMING AND HE'S ON HIS WAY!!!!!" He then ran across the living room and rushed into their rooms. Hearing that, Naru followed him and their voices can even wake the whole apartment! Jaejoong, who seemed confused, asked Cheonwoo who is now busy grabbing magazines and empty Pocky boxes that lie around in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think straight, Cheonwoo talked with the same speed his hand's movement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Minho Hyung, I mean Minho. Younger than me but his crazy! OCD freak! will nag the whole day seeing a messy room! you better put your luggage in your room. I mean, you share room with me. It's the one with SNSD's poster in front. And please pull off the poster for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for today. Now funny? huhu..sorry. I got this whole waking-up people's event from my own experience. It's a total pain in the A to wake Fatone and the other sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..will Naru and Hero accept this boy? will they get along to each other? or are they a bunch of tricks ready for Jaejoong? and who is this Minho hyung anyway??&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923840609717138420-5364397930882929216?l=smash-jjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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