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Chapter Three

Light. I can feel the light in front of me. It was shining right in my face. Slowly beginning to waken me with energy. I fluttered my eyes open, but not all the way. Squinting in cause of daylight. I jerked up in full speed. "Ah." I grimace, grabbing my head. Dang, my head hurts.

"Steph." I heard my name.

Seeing Diana I, in no doubt, remembered. Was it a dream? It seem utterly real. From the plane ride, to what we ate, and what happen in the shop. The appalling scene of a booming mob. It felt almost as if it came about.

Ouch. I tsk, wondering why my upper body felt soreness. My arm felt such discomfort. "Diana, I feel so freaking sore.... dude our flight!" I leaped, hearing Diana stay 'stop'. So, I did.

What. The. Heck. This is certainly not my room. This place is white, looking high priced with expensive looking everything. No where near our apartment. Plus, the room looked humongous and perhaps never used. It wasn't even a bedroom. It seemed more like a business waiting area. I took a spin back to Diana, having the worst scenarios come to mind. Frightened, and confused. This must be another dream. At least I hope it is. "What happen? Where are we?" It even made me gulp of terror to receive an answer. Before she spoke, I jogged back and forth figuring out where the heck we got ourselves into. Looking like a complete psycho. Perhaps more like that one dumb person who makes stupid decisions in a horror movie which dies at the beginning.

I couldn't keep negativity away from my thoughts. There was at least four doors to exit, wondering what hid behind the other side. We got kidnapped. I know it. We got robbed by a rich man who wants us to become slaves. No, no, no! Please let this be all a prank. Tears began to fall down my cheeks, running back to Diana.

"Steph!" She screams. "Listen to me." Her hand pulled me to sit down on the couch I was laying on. "Okay." She took a deep breath.

It's going to be something horrible. A nightmare even! I am not prepared to hear it. Nope. My nerves and mind will not accept it. So, I raised my hands to my ears, stopping to hear any sound. Diana tried to put my hands down but refused to. "No! I knew this would happen!" I cried out. "I knew we would get sold to be es!"

"Dude!" Diana shouted, and cuffed my hands forward. "STEPH!" Slapping my face after her shout. My best friend just slap me, I thought whilst caressing my cheek. "Sorry, but it was the only way. You're confused right now. You fainted when we were getting mobbed by fans."

"Fans?"

"Yes, fans. The crowd of people thought I was. . . they thought I was an idol."

"Like from American Idol?"

Diana laughed, but why? My head was pulsing in pain in cause of this topic. It was hard to understand what she meant. "Ahni." She replied. "They think I am famous." Her expression was radiant. I definitely see the joy in her eyes. Especially the way her smile stretched from cheek-to-cheek.

Famous? Like in cartoons or animations, my mouth fell to the floor. "What? How?" I couldn't believe my ears. Now this HAS to be a dream because things like this do not happen. My head shook in disagreement but, Diana nodded in agreement. I disagreed. She agreed.

"No. ."

"Yes."

"No. . ."

"Steph, yes! Why do you think they crowded me!?"

"No!"

"Why do you think they took pictures of me?"

"It can't be true."

"Why do you think their were paparazzi's?"

It began click, as the memory flashed back. Screams of the crowd. Flashes from their camera or cellphone. Even more brighter flashes from the paparazzi, making me go nearly blind. Everything made sense --everything.

I took a look back at Diana. She is still waiting for a reply. "Oh, my gosh." I whisper. "Oh my gosh!" Hugging her with joy. Suddenly I stop with a puzzled look. "Dude, but with who? Did you know you looked like her?"

"Yes." She confessed. "It's a girl named Minzy. She is in a famous girl group in 2ne1. I didn't think they would confuse me to her. Never in a million years did I think this will happen, Steph."

"You look happy."

"I am Steph." Her eyes glowed. "So happy that they see me pretty like her. Like an idol."

"Wow." I would feel the same if I were to be in her postion. "Wait," I paused, "so what happens now? If you walk out they will mob you again! I don't want that."

"Hold that thought. You're wondering why you're here, right? Well this is a company." Diana made a big gesture with her hands, showing me the room we were in. "This is the waiting room in the YG Company."

Basically, Diana told me that YG Company is a well known music industry along side with SM Entertainment. They are always competitive. These companies welcome fellow residents or even internationally to audition in hope to become a trainee. Simple, but not that simple. People either get chosen or not. It is indeed nerve-racking. Whether you get famous or not. If they recruit you; consider yourself lucky. Trainee's sometimes get to debut.