3. 셋 (set)

      "Intro take 1. Action!", the cameraman shouted, making the young Korean girl freeze on her spot. His voice was demanding, cold, allowing no complains.    There was the red light of the cameras, which made Hana's throat arid. Her breathing became laboriously, but luckily the microphone that was attached at the collar of her blouse wouldn't tape those sounds. Thanks to the latest technic updates. Her lungs seemed to be fighting for air, while her mind was fighting off her anxiety.    She was glad that she couldn't see her image through a monitor, otherwise she would screw up everything. Girls are constantly worrying about their appearance, making it almost look like an instinct they developed through the past decades since slim woman with a petite physiques, delicately chiselled features became more popular among males. Of course, her anxiety disorder made her suffer the hell on earth.    "Hey! I'm Park Hana and will guide you through our present, 200, episode of Weekly Idol." She said, memorising every word she wrote down earlier to commence the new episode.    It was definitely wired to talk, without receiving a reply. Is hosting a show considered as soliloquy? She mentally made a note to check this on the internet.    Her gaze wandered towards the group of boys, who were waiting for their appearance behind the cameras. She started to panic when she was aware that she didn't thought about a funny way to introduce their special guests on Weekly Idol's anniversary episode.    Identify.    At least she could recall the name of their album. An advantage of being reluctant with socialising with other people, her mind was sharp like a knife. Emotions may cause major accidents, so she was glad that she has never suffered a heart break of one sided love. Hana couldn't decided what was worst of all. Heaving your heart broken by someone or causing others unbearable pain of unrequited love.    "Yesterday I was having a heated discussion with a friend why vizards are the symbols of theatres nowadays. In her opinion an actor has to know who he is to identify himself with a different character, in order to crawl into his skin and consider things from his point of view. Perhaps our guests can help me out to find who I really am. Please help me to identify myself and a big round of applause for G - O - T - 7", she cheered and clapped in her hands.    The seven males made their way towards the girl. Jackson, the boy with the black snapback, outstretched his hand for a high five. Not knowing those gesture, Hana took a step back and pressed her back against the white background wall of the studio. Analysing the situation correctly the red haired boy high fived Jackson.    The eyes of the girl widen when she witnessed the action - was that the popular salutation between young adults in the 21th century?    "Come and get it, GOT7", they introduced themselves and Hana quietly went back to her old position in the centre of the studio where she was supposed to stand all the time like a monument. Perhaps she would become the second Statue of Liberty? Her behaviour was kind, so there were no reasonable