Sigh.

Another day of no singing. Today marks my 6th months of begging my manager and my teammates of letting me sing...

Of course, they all said no....whyyy..whyy..why

It's not fair...why only the leader and maknae?

I can sing too.

I flopped on my bed of our dorm...

I let my stress out by jamming on my guitar, until our bassist, Jacqueline, bangs on my door, teling me to shut up.

If only I was borned a month later...

I was the second youngest member of Seasons...our maknae, Ellen, the drummer, is just one week younger than me.

But then again, the maknae is the leader's little sister...

Our band is a very popular band, known to be living in New York City.

Sometimes, I wish I can get out of New York and out to the world...

Preferably somewhere in Asia....

My parents were both borned in Korea. I, though, have no idea what the culture is like in Korea, but I would love to know what it's like. My Korean isn't that good, but good enough to have a decent conversation with anyone in Korea.

I went back laying on my bed. 

Please let me sing! Please let me sing!

My chant. My lullaby. My wish. My prayer.

I repeated this...chant/lullaby/wish/prayer until I fell asleep, crying, as usual....

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First chapter~

It's kind of bad i know...REALLY bad...haha

hope it gets better later...cuz the PINK ENVELOPE IS COMING!(: