Music. Music is my shelter, my cave, where I hide all of my fears, dreams and aims. I'm sitting in the cozy coffee shop. Warm sun lights clove through wide window, playing on my face and neck. It's Clint Eastwood's "The Title" unobtrusively hears from speakers. I really enjoy this atmosphere. I'm SeoJooHyon, student in Seoul Univ., specialist in literature. I found my passion in books and poetry in the deep childhood days. That's why a Little JooHyon who lived in her own Wonderland, grew up as SeoHyon, Lady with her own world in her mind. But I believe in fairytales as believe in humanity and justice. Everyone who hears me telling this calls me Naïve Girl or simply SeoBaby. But i can't find something funny in being mature and elaborate, so just leave me in my romantic mind. Today is my 19th bday and until I'll go to "surprise" party organized by my freaking best  friend  Tiffany (complete opposite of me) and bloody noise will hit my eardrums I'm just going to take some rest and enjoy this lovely silence. It's time to go.

***In The Night Club***

I'm coming in the room full of people. It's hot and wet here. The smell of sweat and alcohol hits in nostrils and bodies writhing to the terrible sounds (i guess they call that music). I'm cloving via mass of the bodies trying to find Tiff or maybe someone I know. I rarely got to the bar when I felt horripilation on my back, like someone’s looking at me. Maybe it's my rich imagination but instinct