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“GET OUT OF THE CAR NOW!” strong arms took me and threw me out the car. I tumbled to the road, I tried to climb up but I couldn’t, why? I’m perfectly healthy, I can run, but my body doesn’t move.
I wanted to shout, but for the millionth time, I couldn’t.

BAM

Mom, Dad, Oppa and Unnie all gone, the car blew up, flashes of orange and red flames dancing around the so-called car, my vision slowly disappearing into the black smoke.

I was 16 years old when that all happened, now, even after two years, that scene still haunts me. It was all because of me, now I’m alone here in Korea, taken care of my family friend, Mr. Lee Soo Man. I don’t really like people anymore, all I can do is just stay in my tiny apartment, drink all the time and somehow practice singing, rapping and song writing.

~Cellphone Ringing~

“Hello?” I said.
“Hi ________. Can you come to my office at S.M.Entertainment?” Mr. Lee said.
“Ok.” I responded.
He hung up and so did I.

I sighed, I put on some decent clothes and headed out to his office.

~At L.S.M’s office~

~Knock knock~

“Come in”
I turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked, Mr. Lee already knew about my condition so he didn’t really mind my antisocial behaviour.

“Yes, I wanted to tell you that you should audition for my company to become a singer, you can rap as well, since you have already composed some songs for me.” He responded.

“Why? It’s not like I’m going to perform with SNSD. I’ll be put with rookies and I’ll probably kill them with depression.” I retorted.

He just smiled at me knowing that I will listen to him.

“Of course your not going to be paired up with rookies, you’re going to join an already existing group, that is, I