My (sort of) reply
The boy who taught me how to feelThe first school week flew by quickly.
I stood in front of the dressing room’s full length mirror, in an elegant white cocktail dress that my teacher kindly prepared for me.
I’ve never felt this nervous for any performance at even bigger events.
I wonder where he will be seated?
What will he think of my performance?
Will he even turn up?
“Eun Mi, you’re up next!” My teacher knocked on the door, putting a stop to the tens of questions in my head.
I peeked at the audience seats from behind the curtains while waiting for the emcee to finish his introduction. I can’t spot Chan Yeol in the sea of audience.
“……. with a degree in piano since the age of 12. Let’s welcome Chon Eun Mi, bringing a twist to One Summer’s Day by Joe Hisaishi!” The emcee ended his speech, cueing applause from the audience seats.
It’s alright. He will be watching me. I will do fine. I wiped the sweat off my palms as I stepped onto the stage.
Before I met you I was okay
Just a little lonely
Before I met you it was May
Just a little chilly
But you came into my life
Like the Sun you shined
When you came into my life
I want to make you mine
Boy you taught me how to feel
A kimbap, you’d put in every meal
Boy you taught me how to feel
If you’re Jack, I want to be your Jill
But you came into my life
Like the Sun you shined
When you came into my life
I want to make you mine
Boy you taught me how to feel
Now will you teach me how to love?
The crowd roared with applause as I bowed.
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