Five songs in, T.O.P’s voice spoke in my ear,
“You’re boring me, Kibum.”
Since then I was singing along to whatever song he played.Sweat matted my hair down, and really, I just wanted to break down crying. I didn’t want to be the reason that boy died. I couldn’t live with that.
With every new song my heart stops beating as I think, ‘This is it, I won’t know the next song’ it was enough to make me want to scream. But I couldn’t let the Shawols see me like that. I was Key. The diva of SHINee. I had to do this.
Couldn’t SM see me here? Was it really that hard? Or maybe...they didn’t care...had my band members given up on finding me? Maybe that was why Onew hugged me when he saw me. He thought I was dead. So this was it. We were going to die here. By the hands of Choi Seunghyun. T.O.P. Performing on this stage, feeling the familiar adrenaline rush. And now, hearing our song ‘Ready or Not’ play. Memories flooded me.
Jonghyun. Onew. Taemin. Minho. And me. Key. Kim Kibum.
“Are you ready or not? Ready or not?” I call out, spinning in a circle as I sang, running across the stage, getting the fans involved.
Lights flashing, the other five laughing, messing around. SMTown Tokyo. I am in SMTown Tokyo. How could they not find me.
And then the music stops. I see people jumping but they’re frozen and I blink, confused.
T.O.P steps onto the stage and lights turn on. I realize I face a large screen. The crowd I danced and sang for, wasn't real. A rec