Sana   It seems, to Sana's distress and absolute weariness, she had come off her very last verge of patience and sanity when she had heard the words tackling of Amateur Summer. If it had been in favor to the band then she would have ignored and smiled slyly and not rejoice in madness. A year ago Jihyo had known Sana was lucid, really. But that was pre-Amateur Summer era, when all she had to do on a typical day is to eat, sleep and literally sprawls on her bed all day. "The Radicals will surely steal Amateur Summer's spotlight. They're rocking up in social media and Amateur Summer's getting lame. Boring. Precisely," Like it's a natural thing to do, Sana whipped her head towards the girl who had said what seems to be offensive to her. "Excuse me, dear, Amateur Summer wouldn’t let their crowns be snatched by an average band. You should do research more." Sana says with a dreading tone, her eyebrows meeting and forehead creasing. Ha, snatch that! The girl who was unfortunate lifts her head. Still holding her phone, she raises her hands in a waving manner like telling Sana she has no time for a talk nor to argue. Sana rolls her eyes and prays the girl should at least respond back. She wanted more explaining of why her favorite band can beat that average trying hard band. Wait-she has mucus in her eye. How unhygienic. Sana smirks. "And by the way, you have mucus in your eye." In awe, the girl simply throws Sana a weird look and continued talking on her phone. "There's a weird here," Somewhere along, Jihyo had heard the girl say that. She didn't mind telling Sana though. She's sure she'll turn chaotic. So she zips and continues arranging worksheets she really had to work on. Jihyo concluded Sana's obsessed with the idea of liking the band. And this isn't just a simple infatuation, this one's scary. In two weeks or so, the battle of the bands will be held and the clashing of both fandoms and bitter spats of words are just the beginning of this unending tumult. Those have been the battle cries since last week and truthfully, Sana was never one to disregard such remark right when she's a diehard fan of Tzuyu. Jihyo couldn’t blame her, though. It all started when they were in ninth grade. PE class, it is. Sana was changing into her jerseys when she had misplaced her necklace. It had been a week since Sana had it and she was literally crying and doing everything just to find it. The necklace has a very sentimental value. Sana was one of the unfortunates who have lost her mother at such a very young age. Maternal death. That necklace was the only memory she had for herself—aside from pictures, of course. Had it been not Tzuyu who returned it, then Jihyo was sure Sana wouldn’t even spat any of her attention on the band. There had been too many worse opposing ideas or rather, banters thrown more than that though— between the two bands. Jihyo swears she had even heard some death threats brought to the other fandom. Something like: 'She sounds inauthentic.' And it goes.. 'Nayeon can't even afford braces.' Jihyo would be honest, she laughed so hard at that. And goes on real quick to.. 'Kill yourself when Minyoung stops cracking her voice!' Hoo boy, she didn't want to go on. There are even far worse than that. Just thinking about it makes her cringe. Sana closes her locker and started walking with a triumphant look. "Okay, that was strange. Did you just ed that girl? You're not turning yourself into another scary Artemisia fan aren't you?" , I forgot Jihyo's here. I need an earphones —oh crap, left it at home. Artemisia. That's how they call Amateur Summer's fandom. Jihyo always wonder how their school turned into this. Ever since Amateur Summer started— where their school had initially made them as the ones to compete the other school's band, making them yank with so much popularity—things in school were different. Amateur Summer has literally turned the whole school biuals— if not