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There are those special moments in life where you wish you could just make yourself disappear. Not exactly 'go missing' but just disappear for a little while. No worries, no stress, no trouble; all you have to do is lay down and think. I'd love to disappear far, far away right at this moment; maybe to an island. A secluded island where I can be by myself with my thoughts.
Sadly, my secluded island at this moment is backstage. And here I am, backstage, sitting in a chair with my head over a trash can, with multiple managers fanning me and some rubbing my back. There are no fruity drinks here.
I take a deep breath as nausea fills my being like melted chocolate covering a strawberry. However, I gag at this thought so I am quick to throw out any thoughts of food from my mind. The doctor told me that I had very bad food poisoning and she wanted me to stay for another week, but JY didn't like that idea very much, nor did I. My parents thought I should stay in the hospital, however they are both out of town so their opinions didn't completely matter. I was fine for the first few hours; practice went amazing and we got 85% of everything completely done in only one day! It was when we ordered food afterwards... . "Food is here!" JY announced to everyone. We all stood excitedly, ready to eat a good meal. We had been practicing for hours and were starving. Instead of going out and being recognized, however, we decided to just have a few meals delivered to the studio. As many bags poured into our practice room, so did the smell. It was as fast as a strike of lightning; one minute I was excited to eat, the next minute I was barfing all over SunMi's shoes. Everything became pretty blurry after this, but the last thing I remember is being pulled over to the trash can, and throwing up a lot more than I had in my stomach. And here I a
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