Somehow we were on a plane. I was between a window and Amy and I could tell she was really nervous. In front of us a camera between the seats of the front line pointing at us. This month before the debut would be an adventure and we may get a dvd or something with the videos. 
We didn’t know yet where we were going or what band/artist we would be. We didn’t even know how long we'd be in the plane. I was especially nervous since I'm kind of claustrophobic. 
An assistant came to us and handed us an envelope with a big smile on her face. She looked kind of asian and young and so pretty that I got a little jealous.
Amy didn’t want to open it but I ripped it off as my anxiety was stronger than my mysterious side. 
I recognized the letters as hangul. As a recent BTS fan I started learning some of their language so I could understand their videos. I thought it was some korean artist Yoon liked a lot so I started to trying to read it to Amy so I could know if I recognize the artist. 
- Se..ou..r.. no, seoul. Bang...ta...n... - I paused to look at Yoon and Tanisha in the other side of the plane. They were already looking at me with a big smile like they just won a million of dollars. I looked at Amy who had a simple smile of comfort.
- Please don’t die - she asked 
- What do you mean? - I was confused and I couldn’t process
- WE'RE SPENDING A WEEK WITH BTS YOU - Amy screamed to the whole plane
I felt my hands started to shake and I lo