“You’re on in fifteen Amelia,” the shows manager shouts.      “Almost ready!” I call back.      It’s my last week interning for MNET and unlike what I have heard about most internships, this one actually has a test at the end. I’ve been freaking out since I heard about it when I first arrived in California.       It’s a stage test where I go on set as if I am filming for an actual show and interview a random artist. The trick is that you aren’t told who the artist is before they arrive.       This could open some serious doors for me if I do well. This is what I have always wanted to do. I have to rock it. I can rock it!      I finish reviewing a list of vague questions that could apply to any situation and then fold it up after the hair stylist finishes doing what she is doing to my hair.      “We’re live in five minutes,” someone from the crew shouts and I make my way to the set and take my seat. I breath in deeply. This simulation they have going feels so real I may very well have a heart attack.      The lights are hot upon my skin and my heart is beating uncontrollably.      I close my eyes and steady my breathing by taking a deep slow breath. I release it and reopen my eyes.       I tap my fingers in a fluid wave over my knee over and over again in wait.       Eventually they give me the one minute warning.      Thirty second warning.      Ten second warning. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.      “Hello! I’m Amelia Carter and today we have an awesome show lined up for you. I’m sure you are all very familiar with our first guest. Today, to talk about recent adventures in the Korean music industry we have…well, let’s just see to find out, shall we?”      That’s the cue. Simulated applause can be heard and I turn my head to look at where my guest should be arriving.   Thats when I see it. No, not him-it. I see the most beautiful sparkling pink tie I have ever laid my eyes upon, seemingly floating in my direction.         I look up from the tie coming my way and make eye contact with Seunghyun. I freeze. I can’t move an inch and he smiles. I can’t speak. This was the last thing I was expecting to happen today.      Don’t get me wrong, we call and talk to each other every morning and night (if we aren’t busy). It’s not like we have disappeared from each others lives. He even sends me cute selfies when he is feeling attractive enough.      But when I spoke to him ten hours ago, he told me he was going to sleep.      No matter how much you talk on the phone, when you see someone you love unexpectedly for the first time in four months, it will shock you.      He gently eases himself into the chair next to me and crosses his legs. His arms lay casually on the arms rests. He turns his head and smiles at me.       I hear someone giggle behind the camera.      “Aren’t you going to start asking me questions? Are you alright? Will!” he calls to one of my higher ups. “I don’t think she can handle a job like this. You should fail her,” he shouts out. I try to speak but broken pieces of sorry excuses for words spill out instead. His smile grows bigger. “Looks like you can’t handle being in the presence of a celebrity. You might want to rethink your major Amelia,” he says, his dimples getting deeper by the minute. Slowly his deep giggles build and rise from his chest and out of his mouth. His shoulders bounce with each pulsing beat of his laughter.      Somehow, I manage to pull myself together. “Can you believe it? TOP of Big Bang has graced us with an interview! And during such a busy time in your career I must add. Thank you so much,” I say perfectly.      “Amelia, it’s fine. Let’s go get dinner,” he proposes with a laugh.      “Big Bang has just released their tenth album! It’s been two years since the release of Alive. Not only that, but you have also released your first solo album. The feeling must be incredible,” I say to him.      “Amelia, stop it,” he giggles some more. “This isn’t real. There is no test. The cameras aren’t even ,” he says and turns to the camera. “Are they?” The person behind is shakes his head back and forth in confirmation.      I ignore him. April Fools Day was months ago. So it wasn’t a test? I came here today under the impression that it was time to impress some people. I’ll make it a test. “Tell me a little bit about the inspiration for the title track of the groups album,” I prompt. “You had a lot of influence in the making of the composition and lyrics. What was your biggest influence in the writing of this album?”      “You. Now stop it and give me a hug or something,” he says, his smile fading, but only slightly.      “Really? Well that’s incredible! It seems TOP has just admitted to being in a relationship. What does everyone think of that? Go to our website and let us know in the comment section of todays episode,” I turn back to Seunghyun. “Obviously we have been together for quite some time since this album has been in the works for a while now. How long has it been?” I ask, still as professional as possible.      “You better come here in five seconds or I swear I’ll-“      “How does it feel to be dating at such an old age? The pressures of Korean society must be-” I ask and before I have a chance to ask anymore questions he has pushed himself out of his chair and has grabbed my face in both of his hands. He smashes his lips against mine and everyone in the room utters an audible gasp followed by cheering.       He pulls away slowly after declaring my lips to be his and looks me in the eyes, not letting go of my face. “You’re internship is done today. You were done two hours ago actually. Let’s go get dinner.” It’s a command, not a suggestion.      “Have fun Amelia!” My boss calls out to me. “When you graduate, give us a call!”                 .                    .               .      “You know you’re a jerk right?” I ask him, holding his hand as we walk down the street to one of my favorite restaurants in town. We swing them back and forth to the steady tempo of our steps like young high school students.       “Kind of,” he smiles and kisses the top of my head. “How did you not expect me to come?”      “Is that even a valid question?” I ask him. “You are in the middle of promotions. Why would you take a trip all the way to America to see me?”      “Is that even a valid question?” he throws my question right back at me. “You work for MNET,” he says. “I’m in the middle of promotions,”      He’s right. “But-“      “My real interview is tomorrow,” he says and musses my hair with his free hand. “So where are we going?” he asks, now looking around him.      “I know this really great restaurant in town, it’s right down the street,”      “And so is your place,”      “What?”       “YG is the one that rented it out for you. I know where you live,” he says with a laugh. He thinks he’s so bad. This makes me smile.      “Ok,” I say. “And what about my place?”      He stops walking