Chapter 2

Jae

        “Jae! Are you there?” Jun Unnie asks me, and I stop. I know I’ve been doing the wrong choreography for the last three measures because my image in the mirror doesn’t match Saela’s. She turns around to face me and Jun Unnie touches my shoulder. “Are you ok?” she asks again and I nod slightly, blinking and trying to focus.

       “I’m fine,” I shake my head and move back to my spot for the beginning of the song. “Let’s go again.” They both look at me for a second but then Jun Unnie starts the music again. I start to move but my reflection in the mirror changes to a million faces staring back at me. None of them are smiling and they just stare. Blank faced and bored.  My body stops moving, stops working actually and I feel myself fall to the floor. The faces don’t change. I hear Jun Unnie and Saela call my name but soon my ears are filled with angry shouts telling me to leave and get out. I cover my ears and curl up on the floor, tears escaping and dripping onto the wood beneath me.

       “Jae!” Saela screams again, shaking me hard. “What’s wrong?” I open my eyes, wondering when I had clenched them shut and push myself up to sitting.

       “What if they hate us?” I choke out, my throat refusing to work properly. Both of them are quiet and I look up at their confused and worried faces. “What if when we get on stage, we can’t dance and our voices dry up?” I grab Saela’s arm, probably squeezing a little too hard. “What if I forget all the Korean I’ve ever learned?” To my surprise, she smiles at me and giggles.

       “Silly,” she says, flicking me lightly in the forehead. “You just spoke in Korean that whole time and you didn’t even know it.” My mouth opens a little and I realize I hadn’t said an English word all day. “And you won’t forget. You’re the dancer. If anything, I’ll forget and look to you for help. And our voices have held out for his long. They won’t fail us now.” I release my fingers from her arm and she rubs the place where my nails dug in, looking a little disgruntled but sympathetic.

       “Sorry,” I mumble and Jun Unnie wipes my face for me.

       “I felt the same way before my debut,” she assures me. “No one in my group messed up because we practiced so much and it was the most fun performance of my life. I can still remember the entire dance.”

       “Really?” I ask, she could be just trying to cheer me up. She nods sincerely and I have to believe her. She’d never told me wrong before.

       “The crowd loved us too,” she tells me, “and you two are much prettier than my old group.” Saela laughs and Jun Unnie looks at her. “It’s true! Everyone loves the blondes!” Saela shakes her head, her confidence issues getting in the way of her agreeing.

       “We’ll be fine,” Saela tells me again and holds out her hand to help me stand. Her helping hand is the life preserver I’ve been looking for and I gratefully take it. I tuck the memory away hoping I can do the same for her someday. I let her help me up and hang my head.

       “Sorry,” I say again, feeling guilty and embarrassed for having a break down like a baby. “That was stupid of me.”

       “You’re the maknae,” Jun Unnie reminds me. “If anyone has a breakdown, it’s going to be you. Better get good at it now,” she teases and goes back over to the music.

       “Thanks Unnie,” I say sarcastically, sticking my tongue out at her.

       “You ready to go now?” I nod and the music starts again. Saela and I complete the dance perfectly, our focus visible on our faces and in our movements. Jun Unnie claps, making a big deal out of how good we are just for me, and tells us it’s time to go home. I gratefully grab my stuff and head for the van. Jun Unnie flicks off the lights and I look back to see the glow in the dark stars Saela and I had put up glow on the ceiling. It reads “Fighting!” in huge letters and I smile, closing the door behind me. I resolve myself to me fine and do my best. Saela throws her arm around my shoulder and jump dances next to me all the way to the car, singing loudly and forcing me to join her. It’s hard to resist her moods, she seems to force people to be happy. We ride back home, singing loudly with the windows down. Even though it’s dark outside and it probably pisses people off, we don’t care.

       “We are Butterfly Kisses!” Saela yells out the window to the streets. “Please watch us tomorrow!” Jun Unnie laughs at her and turns down our street, parking the van in the usual place. We hop out, singing the words to our song and dancing through the door.

       “We are drop dead gorgeous!” we sing in English. “Catch us if you can!” I smile, loving our song now more than anything else I’d ever created. At first I was skeptical of it. Wondering if it was too cheesy. But after singing it, breathing it, and living it since we heard it, it’s become ours. We both love it now along with the choreography. It felt so strange to have our own song, but at the same time, to hear your own voice coming out of a stereo makes you feel so unique and you. To hear your best friends voice harmonizing with yours and rapping along side of you is just as special. It’s something we created together, spending hours at a time in the studio waiting for the perfect cut and singing until our throats felt like sandpaper. The song bonds us even more than we already are and after we learned exactly what the Korean lyrics were we figured out it wasn’t cheesy at all. Even if it does say “drop dead gorgeous”, which neither of us believe about ourselves but think of the other, it was a good song.

       Inside we get quickly to bed, eager to sleep so that we could wake up sooner. I couldn’t resist listening to one song before bed just for extra inspiration but I still got to bed early. The morning of was different. Form the moment Saela jumped on me excitedly and I woke up instantly, I knew I wouldn’t soon forget it. We eat quickly and Jun Unnie doesn’t ask us questions today. She tells us a funny story about her as a trainee, making Saela almost spew her orange juice across Jun’s clean kitchen when she explains her horrible wardrobe malfunction. We dress quickly, talking excitedly about random things just to be talking; our nerves running us on adrenaline already. In the van, the regular radio station delivers us a ride full of great music that pumps us up even further. In a news segment, we hear that SHINee’s promoting in Japan is going well and Saela listens carefully. I watch her face go serious when she hears the name and shushes me from playing my guitar. The report finishes and she sits back in her chair, smiling. She really loves one of the guys from SHINee. They’re her favorite group mostly because of him and the other part because of their music. Some may think it’s weird that she likes someone she’s never met before, but to me it’s normal; she’d always been a bit obsessive.

       I begin playing again, eager to do something with my anxious hands, and after a blur of random chords that don’t match the song coming out of the car stereo, we arrive at the MBC Station in Seoul where Music Core is recorded. It’s a buzz of lots of people, moving around, talking and yelling to each other. I notice just how many vans are parked in the parking lot and nudge Saela who laughs and says that idols keep van makers in business. Jun Unnie leads us inside and we ogle at all the groups we see. A Pink, our label mates, wave at us as we pass and we wish each other good luck. We find our dressing room and Saela points excitedly to the name plaque outside the door.

       “I’m gonna go crazy!” she says, with her hands on her face and her feet doing her excited shuffle. “Unnie, take our picture!” We stand under it, making peace signs and smiling for real and as brightly we ever had. Inside is a team of makeup people and our clothes set out on racks. When Saela and I sit down in front of the lighted mirrors, they ambush us, coming in from all sides and attacking our faces with products and instruments. I sit there obediently letting them take complete control of how I look, knowing I have no control once they’ve started. I used to dread other people doing my makeup, but after realizing they do a better job than I do, I learned to sit patiently and wait for results. I hear Saela try to talk to them as they do their job and wonder how people can be so talkative to people they barely know. When the hoard of people thins around me, I look through the bodies to the mirror. I stare for a moment, blink and realize that it is me that I’m looking at. They curled my hair, made it thicker looking (somehow) and applied every type of makeup possible. My eyes look huge and rounder than usual and the perfectly lined mouth in the mirror hangs open at myself.

       “Thank you,” I stammer and half-bow in my seat, not really sure how to behave. They smile and say it’s nothing and Saela leans over my shoulder, looking at me in the mirror.

       “Wow,” she says, eyes wide and moving across my face, “You embody our song! Drop dead gorgeous.” She’s being entirely serious but the corners of my lips turn down. “Don’t make that face!” she swats my shoulder making a disapproving noise. “Even though you still manage to look good.” She sighs and backs away from me. I spin around to see her and smile when I really see. They went all out on the blue eyes, lining them in black and light blue. Her eye lashes seem to reach all the way to her eyebrows, her blush looks like someone just flirted with her, and somehow they managed to make her freckles stand out across her cheeks. I shake my head at her and she looks confused. “What?” she asks, looking down at herself and sliding over to a mirror. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

       “No,” I laugh, standing and flicking her arm. She winces. “You look really pretty.”

       “Oh,” she says to the me behind her in the mirror, and sticks her tongue out. Jun Unnie comes through the door and we spin to see her. She smiles at us before she tells us the order of performances and where we’ll be waiting to go on. In the middle of listing off all the people preforming, her eyes widen and she cuts herself off.

       “Hey! Why aren’t you already dressed?” She asks suddenly, making both of us jump. “You should be ready to go!” She swats us, calls us brats and we hurry to put on our clothes. Usually Unnie is so relaxed that we give each other looks, but it’s a big night for her too. The clothes are so much different from ones from the photo shoot. These are flashy, short and tight. Saela gives me a worried look when she puts on her skirt which is both tight and short. Luckily there are some patterned tights tucked onto the hanger and she slips them on. I have pants but they’re tight too and brightly patterned. Both of our shirts are the same style, tank tops tight on the s and loose below. There’s another headband for me, apparently they like me wearing them, and Saela helps me settle it on over my copious curls. Jun tells us to hurry up again, she’s obvious nervous too. I notice that my hands are shaking when I reach for the shoes and struggle to tie the laces. The laces are unnecessary, the shoes would have stayed on without them, I think, fumbling with the limp strings. Saela kneels down next to me and finishes them for me.

       “Double?” she asks and I nod. “Can’t have the dancer’s shoes coming off,” she smiles and stands back up, seeming fine. I feel a bit of anger surge through my fingertips as I stand up, pissed she doesn’t seem nervous. I shake out my hands and move around my jaw, taking deep breaths. This is nothing but another performance, I tell myself, and I’ve done hundreds of these at school. I follow Jun and Saela out the door and to the waiting room, b with vibrantly and intensely dressed groups. I know every group by the first member I see standing with them and I already know most of the names of the people in the room. Saela gasps a little and almost stops walking, I push her from behind, trying not to look like a complete new kid but probably failing miserable. A Pink’s leader Chorong waved us over from where the group was standing on a couple of raised platforms.

       “Hello! Are you two nervous?” She asked and both of us nodded. “It’ll be great. I’m really looking forward to seeing it!”

       “Thank you so much,” Saela said. “We’re both excited to watch you preform too.” She nodded happily and turned to tell her fellow members to say hi. We exchanged greetings and received a whole chorus of “Fighting!” from them, causing the whole room to turn and look at us. I blushed, looking down but Chorong waved to everyone who stared and whispered to Saela to introduce us.

       “Hello,” she said as shy as I had ever heard her sound, she bowed and I quickly followed her lead, standing beside her. “We’re Butterfly Kisses and we’re debuting tonight. Please take care of us.” She bows again and people clap for us. A few came over to talk to us. Actually, a lot of people came over to talk to us, all wanting to talk about debuting and how much fun it was. I talk to so many people I had only ever seen on a screen, that I’m sure I’m going to start crying of joy soon. Secret’s Sunhwa compliments my hair, 4Minute’s HyunA tells me to rock it and Yoseob from B2ST tell me to not think about the people as an audience but as friends and part of my group. I say thank you so many times and bow and blush that when the producers come in finally and move us all to our spots, I’m relieved. Saela looks so happy that she could scream; she kind of twitches with excitement and squeezes my hand. When the producers are talking to one of the groups, she leans over and whispers to me.

       “I met Sunggyu,” she says, breathing hot urgent air into my ear. I freeze and try to move at the same time, probably looking like I have seizures. Saela squeezes my hand again to steady me. The producer addresses the group of us again and she stops talking. We both pretend to listen, to wired to actually do it. I quickly run through the song in my head, dance moves and all, double speed just to make sure I know it. When the producers leave and the MC’s come in, I feel the nervous pee coming on. I know I don’t actually have to go, but my bladder begs to differ. We hear the crowd through the walls and when the door opens to the stage, a wall of sound hits us all. The other groups huddle around and start strange looking warm ups until the crowd quiets and one of the MC step out on the stage and welcomes them to Music Core. Then they roar again, a high roar of fan girls screaming and loving their lives. They introduce the first group, B2ST and the show starts. A quick interview, maybe a message to fans and then they’re out on stage preforming. Korean idols never fail amaze me. One of the things we love about K-pop is the quality of the performers. Live sounds just as good as studio versions of songs unlike terrible pop singers in the U.S.. The dance moves are flawless, synchronized and interesting. Saela and I can’t help but feel the energy of the crowd and can’t resist the urge to sing quietly along when we know the song and appreciate their immense talent. It’s so impressive to watch them that I forget I’m supposed to do that soon.

       The MC has made her way to us right after A Pink moves to the stage. She lets us know we’re next and smiles her encouragement. We watch as A Pink shimmies and smiles and harmonizes, pitches sound good to me. During the bridge, Saela cringes once and I kind of want to hit her for not just enjoying it, but she still smiles as she watches on the big screen in the room so I let this one go. As they finish, the camera moves to us and I take a deep breath, knowing this is not the time to be shy or quiet. We have to convey our song and connect with the audience and viewers. If not, we fail. I put on my best smile, hoping to show my boundless excitement for this.

       “Next up to perform for you we have a new debuting group of two American girls who are so excited to meet you all!” Saela and I bow in sync to the camera and begin our introduction.

       “Hello! We’re Butterfly Kisses!” People clap, we smile, wait for our next question and feel our hearts beats thundering against our ribs.  I clasp my hands in front of me, hoping to keep myself from shifting nervously. My stomach clenches painfully, apparently it’s nervous too, and I remind myself that I need to breath.

       “This is the first live performance of your new song isn’t it?” MC asks us and Saela answers promptly on queue. The willpower is back in her voice, the shy voice from before not even of the same person. I flash her a smile as she speaks in perfect Korean dialect.

       “Yes,” she nods, “We’ve done covers before, but never our own song. It’s quite exciting.”

       “You also must be very nervous,” MC says, looking at me. I realize she expects me to speak and Saela does too so I open my mouth and pray to everything I’ve ever known that I don’t mess up.

       “I am,” I tell her and she nods, looking interested like she wants me to explain more. “We’ve been practicing really hard for tonight. I hope our determination shows through our performance.”

       “Wow, you two speak so well!” She says, exaggerating a lot, but it still brings a proud smile to both of our faces. “I’ve been anticipating this performance the whole night! Do your best!” We promise her we will as the camera switches back to the waiting crowd. Her outstretched arm shows us to the stage and we walk on to applause. Looking out, I see so many faces and heads, waiting and clapping hands, grasping banners for their favorite groups. It’s enough to make anyone smile until their cheek muscles protest the intense work. As we take our places, ready to spin into the song, the crowd quiets. When the beat kicks on, Saela and I spin to back to back.

       “Let us tell you a story,” Saela speaks to the crowd like it’s a circle of girls from back home. My whole body feels electric, buzzing. The beat taps out under her voice; it’s so loud I can feel it in my chest. “About two beautiful girls.”  The beat stops, then the music really begins. Our story is laid out for the people in front of us. Well tell them and show them that we didn’t believe in ourselves, but music made us feel alive; and it made us feel beautiful. It drives us to be “drop dead gorgeous” and no one can bring us down or tell us otherwise.

       Our story pours out. I can feel all the work I’ve done from when I first took a dance class, radiating out like heat waves out of my skin. I can hear my voice repeating the notes I’ve sung into my bones. I’m not thinking at all, my body knows what to do and all I can do is help Saela tell our story. I don’t even notice the crowd, raising their voices, clapping along and swaying like I always hoped they would. When our last harmonized note rings through the room, vibrating in my throat and my chest and my heart, the noise wall hits me again. Applause crashes down on me as I stand next to Saela, both of our chests heaving and trying to recover the breath that we’ve lost and given to the crowd.

       “Thank you!” Saela says before taking my hand and reminding me to bow with her. We exit the stage, waving, breathing and smiling until it really does hurt. Unnie is back stage, waiting for us with open arms and we run to her, trying not to trip over our own excitement which is leaking out of us without any control. Our voices rise to girly squeals I never thought I’d make, but I do. It feels so right at the moment. We crush each other, shuffling because we’re unable to keep still. Saela begins speaking incredibly fast in English. Actually I’m not even sure if it’s real language, she might just be making noise.

       “That was so good!” Jun says, ignoring Saela’s word vomit. “I think the crowd is now in love with you both!” She holds my face in her hands. “You had nothing to worry about! That was the best I’ve ever seen you dance!”

       “Really?” I ask, surprised when my voice comes out broken and soft. Jun wipes my cheek and I realize I cried. “What the heck?” I say, wiping the wetness away. Saela attacks me, wrapping me in her arms and forcing me to jump with her.

       “We did it!” she choruses until Jun hits her and tells her to shut up. The next group is about to go on. We watch on the big screen as Sunggyu’s face appears, alongside Dongwoo, Woohyun, L, Sungyeol, Sungjong, and Hoya. Our excitement drops out of our system and we stand mesmerized. Having waited this long to see them live, neither of us are going to miss a single word. Professional Sunggyu introduces his group and sends a quick message of thanks to Inspirits everywhere. The guys wave from behind and send their love to their fans. My heart pounds uncomfortably when I wonder if it’s ok for me to be an Inspirit still. Then they take the stage and perform their new song.

       I love it from the first note out of Sunggyu’s mouth. I try to decipher the lyrics, but I’m too distracted by him to use my Korean Brain. I watch their dancing, so jealous of how effortless it looks for Hoya. It flashes by way too fast. That’s the thing about them; their performances are so interesting that it seems like it just started when it finishes. You only wish they could make it all so much longer. As Woohyun hits the last note of the song, I see Saela nod approvingly out of the corner of my eye and wonder what the heck is going on in her brain. I ignore her, like I usually do when she’s judging things, and applaud for them. To my surprise, they don’t leave the stage. They all bow like they’re finished, but Sunggyu steps forward and addresses the crowd.

       “As a special treat since we’re the last group to perform,” he begins, “we’ll be performing our debut song for all of you.” The whole crowd freaks out, me and Saela included. “I hope you all enjoy it.”

       As they get into place, so do Saela and I. Jun Unnie laughs outright at us and watches with her hand over as we struggle to watch them and dance and sing along with them simultaneously. They haven’t changed anything, but they’re voices sound so much more mature. It’s the same old Infinite, but older and more experienced. I wasn’t sure if I could become any happier and I wondered what would happen if I did. I was at my breaking point, latching onto Saela, laughing and smiling and crying, already feeling like we accomplished our entire dream in one night. In the back of my mind, way back there hidden in a small box, I knew it was only the beginning. Once again, the song finished too fast and Infinite came bounding off the stage, with a visible performance high a little bit less than ours. The come our direction, because they kind of have to, but my heart still moves up into my throat. They stand by us as we wait for the show to end and the crowd to quiet. When the producers appear in front of us and thank us for a good show, we know it’s over. Infinite starts to leave passing by us and Saela calls out to them. I almost want to punch her for drawing attention to us; I would have been fine just watching them leave.

       “Oh, Sunbae-nim!” Saela addresses them, “I’m so glad you preformed that song.” She’s obviously extremely excited right now. Excited enough to talk to them and seem confident. Usually she’s confident, but this is Infinite. “We love it so much.”

       “Thank you,” Sunggyu says. I suddenly love Saela and hate her at the same time for bringing them over here. “Let me introduce the members to you.” They go through their names, introducing themselves. It’s really unnecessary for us, we already know everyone. But we’re not going to tell them to stop. Saela nods and greets them.

       “This is Jae,” she says nudging me forward and out of my frozen spot when I don’t speak up. I bow awkwardly, I’m sure they can tell how much I’m freaking out inside. When I straighten back up, Sunggyu smiles at me. I have the urge to turn to Saela and tell her that we can go home now, my dreams done. But all I can do is stare with wide eyes and feel the shy smile on my face.

       “You did well as well,” he tells us, cordially. He really has good manners when he tries, I think like I know him already. And he looks even better from this close. “So you’re both from America?”

       “Yes,” Saela answers and laughs, “It’s probably really easy to tell, isn’t it?”

       “You don’t look very Korean,” Sungyeol laughs, agreeing with her statement. “But Jae seems like she could fit in.” The other members agree and I know I have to force myself to talk, say something funny or cool. I can’t stay frozen forever.

       “Only until I talk,” I hear my voice come out and silently celebrate inside. “My Korean still needs some work.”

       “You should hear my English,” Sunggyu says, smiling again. “Actually we’re all pretty terrible at it.”

       “Don’t speak for everyone!” Hoya protests, “My English isn’t that bad.”

       “Really?” Saela asks in English to him. It seems he gets the first word because he nods. “You and Jae could get along really well. She’s more talkative in her own language.” His face turns a little confused and the members chuckle next to him.

       “Ok, I didn’t get much of that,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders, and back to Korean. I had momentarily been excited for someone I could speak English with, and Hoya at that. It was a bit of a letdown, but I knew that English is a hard language.

       “We really should get better at English,” Sunggyu tells them. “Our fans in America would really like that. Wouldn’t they?” he turns to us and I nod fervently.

       “A lot of people speak English,” Saela adds. “Not just in America.”

       “We’ve been teaching ourselves,” Sungjong tells us with a face. “It’s really not going that well. Sunggyu is always correcting us even though he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

       “That’s not true!” Sunggyu defends himself quickly and turns to us. “I never do that.”

       “Maybe you should help us,” Woohyun suggest, ignoring Sunggyu’s protests. “We’ll help with your Korean too. Fair trade?”

       “That would be great!” Saela says excitedly. “It’s always nice when you don’t have to learn through books for little kids.” The guys laugh and agree.

       “I like Pororo though,” I say, surprising myself. Pororo is cute and his Korean lessons are pretty easy. Learning from a penguin is much better than a teacher who doesn’t speak much English.

       “Me too,” Sunggyu agrees, “but I think we can be a little bit better than an animated penguin.”

       “It’s settled then!” Saela says, beaming at everyone. Jun Unnie pops up at my shoulder (she was probably standing there for awhile but I was too distracted to notice) and asks for their contact information. She takes it down in her phone; we thank them and watch them leave. As the door closes behind them I put my hands to my face. After making sure I’m completely intact and not dreaming, I notice that Jun and Saela are talking again. I can’t bring myself to get into the conversation because I can’t feel anything. My mind seems to be separate from my body and I watch as I follow them back to our dressing room to get our things and out to the van. I don’t even touch my guitar in the car and barely hear Saela singing along to every song right next to me. Outside, I must look like I’m stuck in a coma, but inside, I’m dying and crying and dancing at the same time. I get to spend time with Infinite, I scream to myself. With Kim Sunggyu! And teach him English!

       But what about the Korean part? I wonder, feeling anxiousness slip into the party in my head. As my feet guide me into the house, I feel something hard thump against my back. I turn slowly to see Saela holding my guitar and giving me a look of pity. I take it from her, smiling and laughing off my mistake.

       “Someone needs to wake up a little,” she tells me, nudging me through the door into the house where Jun Unnie is already moving around in the kitchen. I shrug, but know I do. Saela saunters past me into the kitchen and flings herself down in a chair at the light wood table.

       “Unnie, I’m hungry,” she whines and Jun waves her off over her shoulder, taking out pans and ingredients.

       “I know I know,” she replies quickly, “Jae, are you hungry?” She looks over her shoulder and I nod at her. “Ok I got it.” She begins to hum to herself, flinging things in the pan. I have no idea what she’s making, but the smell brings me back to life. I feel my thoughts return to my body, my skin feeling like my own again, and my stomach rumbling loudly.

       “Oh I am hungry,” I say and Saela laughs, throwing her head back.

       “You’ve come back!” she observes me as I smile and stretch then come to stand behind her chair. “I thought you’d become a mute and then you’d really be useless when we teach them.” She reminds me and my already grumbling stomach flips. I’ve sure put it through a lot today. A smile fights its way across my face, despite me wanting to not smile like an idiot. I can’t stop it though, or the strangeness I feel in my skin. Saela leans back and looks up at me. “This is going to be so good for us.”

       “You really are confident,” Unnie laughs at her between vigorous cooking movements I can’t understand. “You’ve already made friends and now you’re going to teach them English? Wow.” She stops and turns to look at her. “You’re obnoxious!”

       “Hey!” Saela pouts and Unnie laughs, obviously joking. “I did this for Jae! How could I not?” I put my arms around her neck and hug her. There’s no other way for me to thank her, and I really don’t feel like crying. She laughs and pats my head. “You’re welcome,” she says quietly and leans her head against mine, understanding everything in me even when I’m not sure how to show it.

       “Thank you so much,” I finally say into her hair. Even if I make a fool of myself, or something goes wrong, I’ll never regret talking to them. I’ll never be angry at Saela again for being confident.  “Thank you for being obnoxious.”

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