Whoops! It's me again, I did my plotting these past few days and I can say that... writing NSRL is really exhausting since I tried to do different things in this new one. I change my writing style from writing randomly for any scenes in the story to planning it even before I write the paragraph. I used to be very random that's why I couldn't finish my prev stories; which I've deleted. Now, with plotting and drafting, well, I can say that it's a lot more organized. Haha enough with the writing thingy. Happy reading guys! Don't forget to leave comments and give me some advice because I really appreciate that :) By then, it will support me to always write for Kryber. ;)

It’s a big day for Krystal. Just like how she imagined, everyone has been sending her great love by giving her greeting messages wishing her for luck, letters, and even flowers before she performs. Unexceptionally her father, he’s very overprotective to her daughter that he even called her twice this morning. Krystal is indeed his favorite child since the said girl shared the same favorite things, including the hate for Trump, boxing, and their love for the basketball club in their hometown; The Golden State Warriors. This is what makes Krystal love her father, it is his endless love and caring over Krystal. He always encourages her in her ups and downs, tries to see the best in Krystal even though she knows herself that she is not a perfect daughter. Her father often making sure that no matter what happens, she is will always be his beloved daughter.

This is what makes her being the Krystal everyone knows. The Krystal who doesn’t affect by anything, the Krystal who brave enough to let anyone knows she is true, a girl with a good attitude in her own class. That is how her father taught her to be a girl, especially when her beloved mother has died, when she lost her purpose to live in this world, her father was the one who taught her to move on and live her life just like how her mother wanted her to live her good life. And now, she can’t be any prouder to herself because she almost granted her mother’s wish, which is singing her beautiful voice to many people. She has been so grateful that she shares her mother’s voice, just like how her father always reminded her. It’s always his weak spot to know that his daughter has the same vocal-character as her wife. 

However, the thing is, even though Krystal’s father is such a weak man in front of his own daughter, he can turn to be 180degrees different in front of her friends, especially the males. Krystal is the type of girl who rarely brings different friends to their house, she always been the selective girl her father always taught her to. This is what makes her father know every friend that she has even in the entire school levels she has attended. Krystal thinks it was fine for her at first, but the fact that now she has a new friend she hasn’t introduced to her father kinda makes her worry, at the same time thrilling. She can’t help to think about that certain friend that taking almost all of her brain space that she started to ignore her father in the call,

“Krystal, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah… huh? Oh sorry, I was thinking about my gir- I mean someone”

“Are you kidding me, girl? This is your father you’re talkin to”, she rolled her eyes at her father signature accent

“I was tryna focus, okay, old man”

“I’m only 50!”

“I’m only 20”

“that’s why I’m older than ya, so put some respect here”

“Whatever, dad”, Krystal laughed as she looked at how her father furrowed his left brow

“Anyway, love. You should go back there, I’m trying to be on time to come to your performance later, okay?”

“Alright, dad, say hello to Benny for me”

“yeah alright, your lil’ brother isn't going to see you without me draggin for his tiny lil’  with me, fyi, so thank me later”

“Whatever”, she laughed again as her father hang the video call

“What?”, Krystal just realized that her friend Kai has been looking at her this whole time she talking with her dad

“Sometimes you look smoking hot when you talk in English, Krys”, the Romeo laughed as he looking at his nails admittedly

“Even if you, don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“even if I, don’t know what you’re talking about”, he grinned while Krystal facepalmed.

It’s almost the start of their performance when she realized all the casts' faces are like dea