My anxiousness is overtaking my being. At first, I thought I was nervous, but I am actually excited to see what my friends say. I have invited them to dinner to break the news; my father is out working and my sister is at a sleepover, so it will be perfect.

  When I first told my father that I was going to be a JYP trainee, he dropped to his knees and cried tears of joy. So it was only expected that he would roll on the floor once I told him I was officially placed in a group.   I was a trainee for 5 years, and finally got placed in a girl group about 2 weeks ago. JY said he will be making the announcement soon, so I figured that now would be the perfect time to tell my friends.   We won't be officially debuting until next year, but we will be practicing as a group and begin creating music. I am very excited for the opportunities to come.   I cook an abundance of meals; probably too much, but I eat when I am this excited so the cooking continues.   Once I've got everything set up, a knock on the door tells me that the first guest has arrived.   Rushing to the door, I stop myself and take a deep breath before opening it. I sly smile is the first thing that I see, and I laugh as his arms engulf me into a hug.   His lips press against my cheek and redness overtakes my face.   My boyfriend, Jun ho; He is my biggest supporter. We've known each other for about 3 years, and he asked me to be his girlfriend 7 months ago. I couldn't be happier with anyone else.   "Get a room!"   I smile as I hear the voice of one of my closest friends. Her short brown hair bounces as she makes her way past us.   "At least we have a reason to get a room, ice princess."   Her face contorts as she hears her nickname, and I giggle.   Her and Jun are always picking on each other. He gave her the nickname because of how cold her natural face seems, and everyone started calling her that.   However, I only know her by her actual name; Jessica.   "Maybe if I dye my hair a different color, you will stop calling me that."   He laughs and this is when I speak up,   "Didn't you say that you wanted to dye your hair blonde?"   Jessica's eyes proceed to roll and she plops herself onto the floor, "Yes, but my mom says that if I'm going to be an idol, I have to look natural. But once I debut, it'll be the first thing I do."   And with that, she begins pigging out on food.   Within 15 minutes, all of my closest friends have arrived and are c