I was sitting on a bench at a park listening to my iPod when a large group of screaming girls ran past me. It was a weird sight to see in a peaceful park like this one so I decided to find out what the commotion was about. I stood up and followed the direction of which the screaming girls were running towards. Soon enough, I could hear the screaming girls being muffled by super loud music. Trying to see the object of attention, I craned my neck and stood on my tiptoes. After trying and moving to several spots around the crowd, I gave up and squeezed my way in. It was difficult and was probably not worth my curiosity but the girls I bumped into cursed at me and was quite rude. So, offended, I squeezed in more until I reached the front.

When I did, it was quite the scene, because there was EXO dancing to their song. What was EXO, a boy group that was supposed to be in Korea or China, doing here, in New York? But that question immediately left my mind because it quickly became focused upon the 12 handsome dancing boys in front.

They were dancing to History and it was spectacular. It was kind of hard to concentrate because a couple of girls were trying see and couldn't. I kept stumbling because the people in the back were pushing to see the front. Then I was suddenly pushed with such force that I sprang out of the crowd and onto a dancing boy.

"Oww." I said, opening my eyes to the impact. But when I did, I wished I didn't because I landed on top of Lay and we'd both fallen down with a few others who were directly behind him.