Seven days. I have been refreshing my email every single minute for the past seven days and still there isn't a single reply from them. I thought and cursed silently. I was almost on the verge of giving up hope for my audition with SM.

"Did you check your junk mail?" Sella asked innocently. "Maybe it was sent there instead."

"Checked. I checked every single folder in my email account. Nope. Nothing."

"Well..."

"Maybe I just wasn't good enough. Maybe I should just be a music teacher. That career option sounds more viable to me now."

"Don't say that. There's still some time left!"

"It's okay, you don't have to comfort me. I know I wasn't good enough. Otherwise, I would have already debuted at this age if I was good enough."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forced you to go for it."

"Don't worry, Sella." I looked at my best friend who was sulking and staring at her finger nails. "I truly enjoyed the experience, really." I said while trying to be as sincere as possible.

"Let's go for a drink." I said as we were packing up our stuff. We have just ended our daily dance classes at Natasha Studio. It was an unlimited dance package, which we bought to continue our passion for dance. We attended a Jazz dance lesson today.

"Sounds good to me. My treat!"

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