Jaemi's POV:

 

"There's a part time job gig at Seoul Concert Hall?!" my face lit up as I yelled at my co-worker over the phone.

 

"Yeah!” she agreed quickly, “you better get here quick before someone else takes the position Jaemi!"

 

“!” I snatched my bag, “I’m going now!”

 

"Oh! I got to go! There's more customers!" she hung up on me. I quickly ran to the bus stop and ran into the bus before it could fully stop.

 

"Come on…" I tapped my foot and checked my phone for the time.  After ten minutes I finally arrived and ran off to the booth-

 

Ali's POV:

 

"Ali,” my ‘mother’ spoke staring blankly into her phone, “you have another gig in 30 minutes, it's about-"

 

‘I just can't take this anymore!’ I screamed in my head.

 

"Stop the car!” I ordered the driver. They gave me a hesitant look, “now!" I repeated swinging the door open and running towards the nearest building, ‘Oh! A concert booth!’ I thought as I ran to the booth-

 

Nara's POV:

 

Bzz Bzz Bzz Bz-

 

"Hello?" I sang as I picked up my phone. I began tossing my salad with the vinaigrette I had just made.

 

"Nara…" a weak voice had called my name.

 

"Who... is this?" I asked, confused.

 

"It's dad…” he breathed heavily, “I'm injured…" he coughed and coughed, unable to speak.

 

"What?!" I dropped my utensils and took off my apron. "Where are you? I'll be there soon!" I said grabbing the keys to my scooter.

 

"Seoul Concert Hall…" he breathed before the line got cut.

 

"Dad!" I screamed looking at my phone. I ran to my bike and quickly got on it. I swerved through traffic to get to him as quickly as I could.

 

‘Concert Hall!’ I screamed in my head as I parked on the side of the road. I scanned outside the entrance, yet no dad to be found. "Ah!" I pointed as I saw him inside of the hall grabbing his chest as he slowly dropped to the floor. I ran to the doors.

 

“You can’t enter without a ticket,” they glared.

 

“My dad’s in there!” I screamed on the verge of tears.

 

“Yeah, my dad’s in there too” he scoffed, “go get a ticket.” I ran to the booth frustrated-

 

Yoomi's POV:

I sighed as I leaned my head into the palm of my hand. I scrolled down the computer screen as I nibbled my cookie. ‘Hm, here's a concert for some band, at Seoul Concert Hall…’ I sighed once more and leaned back into my chair, bored. ‘God, I wish I can get out of this damn house. My daddy won't even let me step one foot out without supervision. It’s so annoying.’

 

‘I need to just break out once, just once!’ I abruptly stood up and clenched my fists. ‘I just want to have some fun without a freaking chaperone… I don't want to hurt daddy’s feelings… He won't notice I'm gone right?’ I nodded my head to myself,  ‘he's at his company working, so I can sneak a few hours out!’ I giggled.

 

I put on a pair of big sunglasses and put on a hat as i climbed carefully out of the back window. ‘Thank god I live on the first floor…’ I avoided all the bodyguards that were protecting my house. I grabbed my car keys successfully and drove to the concert.

 

‘Oh! The booth!’ I cheered as I ran to make sure daddy’s workers weren’t following me.

 

Author’s POV:

 

All the girls ran to the booth at the same time. They all slammed their money onto the counter.

 

"I need a ticket! Now!" They screamed in unison.

 

Inside The Concert Hall

 

“Wow! Fantastic Baby!”