Up in the penthouse level of a prestigious apartment, lives a girl, no, not just any girl, she was a famous celebrity.
Park Bom, famous singer, beautiful, rich, she has everything, she has the world in her hand. But...
I am Park Bom, and I'm nothing but a lonely and broken girl.
Fans may adore me, girls envy and praise me, men desire me, but would anyone love me? For who I am?
I lay on my bed, with an empty heart. Can't wait to start the week tomorrow with work rather than spend long and lonely weekends by myself.
My phone rang, and I lazily picked it up.
"Bom, it's Sunday, get up and get dressed immediately."
"Chaerin... Really?"
"If you're in the middle of your self-pity fest, well then postpone it for just one night and let's go out."
"I'm not in the mood."
"Fine, I'll make you be in the mood, guess who's just outside your door."
"Santa?"
"No, me and the girls, stand up or I'll use my spare key."
I hurriedly stood and ran to the door where Chaerin, Dara, and Minji, my three best friends, were waiting.
"Well, you look... Tired." Chaerin says, smirking.
"Look who's talking." I retorted.
"Aw, c'mon Bommie Unnie, you used to be the life of the party. C'mon, let's go to that new club nearby."
"What?"
"Bom, just one night, stop drowning yourself in emo-ness and let's go and get some drinks." Dara says.
"Okay fine, I'll get dressed." I sighed as I let them in.

Soon, I was in the club, in my sho