“Teojyeo naoneun Jackpot,” Minhye stopped and pointed at Eunchae who started singing the next line,“nuga mwora geon, so what.” They both had wide grins stuck onto their small round faces, they both jumped a little pushing their arms out trying to look surprised. 

“Ige neowa naui chairago,

teojyeo naoneun Jackpot,

meomchulddaeggaji can’t stop,

ggok ggaejyeobwaya apeun jul alji,

geuraeseo niga geogikkajiran geoya...” And they danced along with rest of the song like they knew the dance routine. 

While they are doing so, I’m the only one sitting here and watching them dance around and sing along with the horrible so called music that boomed through Minhye’s boom box. What can I say, I can’t exactly just walk outside and pretend that I need the girls room just so I don’t have to listen to that barbaric noise. Plus I had promised that if the girls would have come with me to the opera then I would have a girls night with them. Why am I so stupid? Of course they had this planned, they know that I hate every urban band alive, yet they love to torture me to my extent.

“Meesooooooooo, dance with us!” Speaking of the devils, they both jumped on the bed where I was sitting making it and myself bounce along with them. Frowning I balanced myself and shook my head. “Stingy.” Eunchae whispered to Minhye with her hand covering to muffle her words, but it was no use.

Minhye glared at her and she turned to me, “My little Meeso is probably stressed about our concert tomorrow, aniyo?” Eunchae nodded giving in and pretending to agree with Minhye, she sat down next to me and put her arms around me in a awkward one sided hug.

“Mianhe Unnie, we’re pretty nervous too but to have fun is the best way to get over nerves.” She smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek. My frown wavered, it started to curl upwards. Don’t want to give in that easily. I warned myself. “Are you okay Unnie?” 

Blood started to boil beneath my skin, I personally think I’m going crazy. “I’m fine,” was my short response, surely if I were to say more then everything else would pour out too. Like how I hate the fact that my closet friends listen to demonic music and oh how they enjoy it, should I mention how much I also hate the fact that we’re all going to meet the demons whom produced the demonic music. Nu’est. What kind of stupid name is that, although however much stupid it may seem, it draws in girls like a piece of bait on a fishing line. 

The girls looked at each other with worry, “I think she’s going crazy in her own mind,” Eunchae spoke quietly, afraid that the volume of her voice would irritate me further. Minhye looked at her boom box giving some weird signs to Eunchae. I might not of understood them but she surely did, and with that she moved to the device and put in a CD and turned the sound down. “Let’s practice a little.” Min Hye smiled heartily and closed her eyes humming the tune of our very first song “Crawling”. 

Soon me and Eunchae started to hum too, and when the actual singing came up it was Eunchae’s part so she started us off and by the end of the night we had sung about five of our songs. 

“Let’s give one hundred percent on stage. This is to Ivy League, fighting!” Minhye giggled punching the air, me and Eunchae followed. I just hope everything goes well tomorrow. Who knows maybe things will change for our group, I just hope.