My name is Hyoyeon,I am a soul, living inside a doll, not just any doll, a dancing doll, a doll that lives inside a music box, waiting for someone to turn the key so I can dance again.   I’m dusty, worn; no one ever takes a second look at me.  I’m not even alive, just a floating soul that didn’t make it to Paradise, so I’m waiting, waiting until I can help someone, so that I can earn my way up, so my soul will belong to my angel wings again.  I’m just a soul, just waiting.

I hear the ring of the store’s door when it opens, could that be a customer?  Oh, please choose me, I want to dance again, I want to go to Paradise, choose me please.  I feel my box being picked up, could someone have chosen me?  I hear the music play again, my key has been turned, I’m dancing again.

I see him, the one who chose me, he looks handsome, and he has messy black hair, dark brown eyes and a smile that dances upon his lips, seems as though a meager boy.  He pays for me and leaves the store, with me in hand.  If I could smile, I would but I can’t, for I am just a soul.

“Good thing you were here, now I have a gift for my mom’s birthday!”

So I will be a gift, a gift for his mother, I wonder if I am important, if I could help him in any way.  After all, I need to do good deeds to earn my way up to Paradise.  I hear an unfamiliar voice call, I wonder who it is.

“Hey Donghae!”

“Oh, Hyuk-jae!”

So his name is Hyuk-jae, I can hear them talking, they seem to be good friends.

“What’s in your hand?”

“Oh, my mom’s present for her birthday.”

I feel so weird inside, like something weird but wonderful is happening, I hear the voice of his friend named Donghae fade away.  I wonder what it’s like to be so close with a person, I haven’t felt it for over many years, and you tend to forget these things easily.

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We are where he calls home, home was always a horrendous place for me, I was hated when I was at my home, my parents hated me because I was not a boy, my siblings hated me, everyone hated me.  I found my haven in dance, some say I danced to death, some say I died because of my sadness, some say I died for the one I loved, all of these statements are true.

I feel myself being place on a flat surface and music starts playing again, it lifts my spirit and I start dancing again, but soon, the music stops, ending my dance, too quickly, too soon.

“Seems to me that you need a good cleaning” The boy named Hyuk-jae commented as he wiped the dust off of me.  I feel warm and happy inside, it has been a long time since the music box I live in has been clean.  I enjoy this feeling very much.

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It has been three days since I have been bought, I hear sobs and a slam of a door.  It was him.  I wanted to see what had happened what had caused him to be this way, it broke my heart because he sounded like me, when I was young and I was sad, I would cry just like him.

I hear him speaking to me, he calls me ballerina, it seems as though he needs a confident, and I listen as best I can even though he will never know.  It seems as his father died in a accident.  I feel bad for him; he lost something precious to him.  I do not know how to comfort him, so I dance.  He looks at me in awe, seeing I just started dancing by myself.

“You’re an angel.”

And I feel myself floating away, to Paradise.