[CONTENTID1] Chapter 1[/CONTENTID1] 

[CONTENTID2] Hitting Big Hit[/CONTENTID2] 

[CONTENTID3] All I've ever wanted to do since I was a little girl, was to make music. It started when I was 5 or 6, and my mum forced me to play the piano, or violin, like any other Asian mother. I got stuck with the piano and I was actually pretty good. I was complemented practically every time I played. I practised hard and I wanted to be the world's greatest pianist. But what does a 6 year old know?

I was around 12 when I quit, I was being a brat and most people would think that I regret quitting. But actually, I think it was one of the best choices I've made in my life. Because if I didn't quit the piano, I don't think I would've gotten into writing songs. I would've been stuck on a piano stool, playing the same classical all day, everyday. How crap would that be?

"Han Soojung?" Asked a voice behind the counter.

"Ah yes?" I stood up and picked up my bag.

"Mr. Oh has just left for the hour, I'm sorry. You're welcome to wait." She smiles, fakery written on every single tooth she flashes.

Wait? For the hour?! Ugh this ...

"No it's fine." I smile. "Thank you." I bowed and left the building.

Right... I grabbed out my notebook and angrily scribbled over the word 'starship'. I flip back to the previous page. There are angry scribbles all over it. What a waste of ink. Let's see... I turn back to the last page and scan my list. One last agency, big hit.
 

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I opened the door of the cab and breathed in my surroundings. Big hit? What a lame- name. But hey beggars can't be choosers, an agency is an agency. I made my way to the reception.

Jesus Christ... These guys sure know how to decorate... The interior of the reception was so sleek,