Morning was heavy. Minho got out of bed and taking a shower and dressed and took the bag away. My head spun a hundred thoughts. In more bad ones. Before my eyes flew to the scene of the meeting Nicole and each step in the direction the school grew heavier with each passing minute. Suddenly something clicked in my head on the understanding that he was pushed to the shoulder. Looking up from the ground Minho came looking for three guys. They stood looking at him with a smile and obviously wanted something from him.

- What do you want? - Minho was in no mood to talk and even more new friends. The shape in which the boys were dressed, Minho realized that they were from his school but one year of age or older.

- We know - said one of them and after a moment, found it difficult to breath Minho and in the abdomen felt a blow. He was struck again and my knees buckled themselves. My heart beat faster, and the soul overflowed with anger. Clenched fists Minho rushed for laughing at him, and the offenders covered by the rage and killed all three and get themselves so that they no longer could. Wiping the blood from his broken lips, Minho looked at one of them, who hit his first and pressed on his chest with his knee, raised his head holding his shirt collar

- Who? - It is understood that they themselves have no reason to just beat.

- Kim KiBum. He promised to pay us if we will beat you for what you hit him - the guy replied, and read in his eyes the fear of Minho pushed him back down and stood up, took his bag from the ground and walked away from recovered school. Of course he was not going to forgive him that, but to beat him again in front of everyone did not want to. Certainly not the noise subsided after yesterday's story. Minho walked the streets without noticing the people and came across a music store. He loved music, especially rap music he liked. He himself had dabbled in it, but purely for themselves. Even Nicole had not heard of him rapping or singing. He always thought he was too bad. Going into the shop and having taken his eye, Minho realized that there had never been. It was not a large room with shelves and a few discs on the walls. The store was just a salesman behind the counter and another man, who stood beside the wheels of the old music. Minho said standing in the center and angular music coming from his headphones. Choosing your favorite pair of drives, he went to the center and including the first that came to hand, closed his eyes from flowing into the ears of music and began singing along. Of course he did not think that the sound was pretty loud, and as is known in such moments, your voice is louder than the speech. Minho absorbed in reading in unison with the rap artist, and not even realized at once that he was tapping on the shoulder.

- Hey! - I called him a man who was standing at the drive with a retro music.

Minho looked at him and then to the seller who just looked at him and realized that most likely he was too carried away

- Excuse me for disturbing you? - Bowing to the man apologized Minho

- What is your name? - I asked a man and Minho at a loss

- Minho - he said almost inaudibly, in preparation for a long and instructive speech

- Minho, come tomorrow, so at this address. I think you're really not bad in the music and if you brush up it will be quite good - Minho man smiled and gave into the hands of a business card after it on the back side of the pen has written perhaps the address space. Minho was seeing a man look and did not understand what happened. After reading the text on business cards Minho was a little shocked. It was written by SM Entertainment. It was a very famous music label. And he had been summoned to a meeting. Of course he took it as a joke, but removed the card in his pocket and bought disc out of the store.