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I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to my doom with each turn the car makes. 
Huddled up in the backseat, I close my eyes, trying not to focus on the company building looming over the streets. 

Today.
Today, we are going to be formally introduced to all those already debuted, to the managers, the authorities. After today, we will be known as one. One whole, like a puzzle, or a piece of fabric. Put together, stitched together, ready to be shown to the world. How can I do this?

Right now, it seems painfully obvious to me that I stick out like a sore thumb. The sole puzzle piece that seems chipped, deformed, doesn't fit however you turn the piece around. The frayed end in the piece of cloth, the square in the patchwork quilt where the stitching came loose. How am I going to stand up with the rest of the members in front of the talented seniors, and introduce myself as the one who's going to ruin the group, the company?

Manager hyung pulls into a parking lot. This is it.

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The room is brightly lit and is already filled with people sitting on chairs. We get pushed to an empty table, and are given instructions. Wait to be called, then go up and introduce yourselves one by one. Sounds simple, but it isn't.

First impressions are important, aren't they? And this is my first impression on the rest of the company. I can't screw this up. Can't let myself be judged as the idiot, the incompetent, the ugly. They'll