“Are you ready, Taeyeon?” The black haired petite girl opened her eyes and looked at the girl who ruined her daydreaming. Her Korean-American friend, Stephanie Hwang smiled to her. “I’m ready. Just a little bit nervous,” she didn’t lie. Her palms were sweating much since thirty minutes ago. “You are the leader of Girls Generation. You can certainly handle that nervous feeling,” Tiffany giggled, “This isn’t our first concert you know.” “I know. I just hope that I won’t forget my part in the middle of the show.” Out of nothing, the door slammed open, nine girls who still prepared turning to the door in unison. A glasses man showed up behind the door. A panic look clearly drew in his face. “Aigoo, what the hell are you doing?” His eyes bugged out as if he’s ready to devour all the nine girls without even chewing. “You should have gone to the stage fifteen minutes earlier!” That man was Do Hyun Woo, their manager. “Omo, oppa! You startled us! Can’t you be calmer? We’ll be ready in five minutes” Yoona said while her hand her chest in shock. “Alright, alright, I’ll wait for you outside. But if you’re not getting out in five minutes,” Hyun Woo squinted his eyes. “I’ll hurt all of you,” And then he closed the door. “Geez that oppa was really frustrated,” Taeyeon whined with smile on her face because she knew Hyun Woo did everything for GG. “Eyyo GG! Let’s rock that stage!” That night, Seoul City witnessed a remarkable concert performed by Girls Generation. Nine girls danced and sang with all their hearts. They created such an incredible atmosphere. The audience screamed, clapped hands and sang along endlessly. Girls Generation Fanchant never stopped sounding in Olympic Fencing Stadium. The fourth Girls Generation concert in Seoul was a huge success. “Your performance tonight was amazing! Promoter even has arranged two more concerts in April and October!” Hyun Woo said shiningly. Strange because before concert started, he was such a jerk. Taeyeon threw her towel right to Hyun Woo’s face. Sent the glasses man scrambling “Oppa, you’re so insensitive. How could you say that happily whereas in the past three hours you’re yelling to us nonstop?” “Aiyyy, Kim Taeyeon. You didn’t even know what you’re talking about,” Hyun Woo continued talking cheerfully. “We got our first international concert. We’ll go to China in April and to Taiwan in October.” The eyes of nine girls lit up instantly. “Really?!” “Woaahhhh, Oppa is the best!” “Finally, I’ll go to The Great Wall of China!” “You know, because I’m sorry for yelling at you all night, I’m taking you somewhere,” Hyun Woo fixed his glasses position. “My cousin held a party on his house. Farewell party for his friend. There will be many food and drinks in there. And even a DJ for dance.” “We can come, oppa? For real?” Hyoyeon replied quickly. Hyun Woo nodded. “Ummm, there must be some beer in there, right?” the girls who heard to Hyoyeon words explode in laughter. “That’s a great idea! Let’s go!” Tiffany raised her fist enthusiastically. “I’m not coming,” Yoona said, silencing the other girls. “I will come home with Sica unnie to accompany her. She seemed dead,” Yoona then point Jessica. A skinny girl who didn’t even flinch with all of the fuss other girls created. “I’ll go home too. I feel weary,” said Taeyeon. She’s not lying. Her voice already turned hoarse. “Aish, Kim Taeyeon!” Tiffany snapped. “You. Have. To. Come. Even Seohyun is coming.” “Unnie, when did I say…” Seohyun’s words stopped as soon as she looked at Tiffany beautiful eyes turning scary. She knew when to give up. She gave up and nodded unwillingly. “Yes, unnie. I’m going.” “But I…” Taeyeon sighed heavily when she saw Tiffany’s frowned face. She knew completely there must be a better reason than just her exhaustion to argue with Tiffany. And Taeyeon was too tired to argue, “Fine, I’m going,” Tiffany’s frowned face disappeared and a beautiful eye smile appearing. Lee Minho walked in hurry. He checked his watch over and over again. He’s late. And he knew it. On his right hand, he brought a sliver of soju as for his left, three boxes of p