School of Music and Arts was a well-known elite school in the country when it came to producing potential-filled graduates. It was basically like a college education, but instead of different professional fields such as accountancy, business administration, engineering, etc, the school’s majors were basically about every field that was useful in front of the media.   Based on the acceptance letter I had received yesterday – I had sent my audition tape a week ago, with me singing in it one of Eunae’s favorite songs – the school had 6 majors and just 1 minor subject. Singing, dancing, acting, hosting, modeling and musical instrument mastery were its majors while its sole minor was Gen. Subject which contained all those basic math, English grammar, history, and whatnots. Apparently, one didn’t need much brain to enter the said school, just talent and really tough guts. I wish I had enough of both.   Filling my lungs with enough breath, I took a step to enter the gates of SMA. It was a late Saturday afternoon and the Lees had told me to check out my dorm and see if I needed anything else. I was now Lee Eunae, after all. The Lees were known to be prestigious among the wealthy families so it was a given I should have the best of everything. I was also told to be mindful of my actions, though Eunae had secretly told me she didn’t mind what I’d do while I was using her identity. She said I was the one doing her a favor, after all.   I sighed. It’s true that I shared Eunae’s passion for music, even though I was more inclined to singing than playing musical instruments, but I had never once considered pursuing it. It had always been Eunae who was talking about dreams, and listening to her had always been enough for me. So why am I the one given the chance to live her dream?   A shadow loomed over me and I momentarily forgot my thoughts. The Black House, a four-story building made to look like a grand mansion, towered over me, making me feel like I was making the biggest mistake ever. I looked at my letter again, making sure I had the right dorm. When nothing was out of the norm, I entered the place, swallowing all my fears.   The revolving door took me to a well-furnished lobby with a receiving desk on the corner. Wow, is this a school dorm or a hotel? Gulping, I approached the lady in charge and showed her my acceptance letter. She smiled at me and told me my room was on the second floor, pointing the way on her left.   I had expected stairs, but two elevator doors greeted me in its place. I was starting to think that I had received the wrong letter; maybe I hadn’t gotten accepted after all, when the elevator opened to a normal-looking floor, with a common hallway and regular teenagers going about the place. I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out.   I scanned the numbers on the doors, eventually arriving at a room at the very end of the hallway. Making sure I had the right one, I turned the knob and entered the premises.   The feeling of something amiss immediately hit me the moment I stepped in because instead of being empty as I had expected, the room was fairly decorated. I found a grand piano at the corner with several music sheets strewn at its keyboard. Several photo frames of different places also occupied the walls. Even the floor was lavishly carpeted.   I continued examining the place, stopping in front of a narrow white door. I wonder where this leads to, I thought as I grasped the knob.   At that exact moment, the door suddenly opened, revealing a gorgeous stranger clad with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I screamed in surprise and horror, immediately shutting my eyes in reflex and shoving the person back to the other side of the door. I pulled the door close and rested my back on it, heaving a huge breath as if I had just run a whole mile.   For a moment all I could hear was the sound of my rapidly beating heart, then the doorknob twitched and I fell back.   Closing my eyes before impact, I braced myself for the cold hard floor. But instead, I felt two strong arms s around me as it tried to keep me from falling. Ever so slowly, I opened my eyes and what greeted my sight made me wish I should have kept them close.   Dark, intense eyes bored into mine as his eyebrows furrowed in perplexity. Our faces were so close my cheeks were burning up at the thought that one wrong move would close the gap between our lips. For one short second, I saw confusion and curiosity battling in his face as he stared at me, t