The next few weeks you tried to go about your business as normally as you could; you didn't know how long it would to take to hear back (or even if you would at all). After all, you were young. You were a fangirl. And you weren't that special. You knew all that. In class, you tried to concentrate. You learned about the feudal government system and thought about being onstage in Seoul. You studied DNA and imagined a dance number with Taeyang.
But mostly, you thought about meeting G.D., your Kwon Jiyong, who'd been your celebrity crush almost since they'd debuted. You knew if maybe you could get in with YG, there might be a slim chance that the two of you might meet, maybe even work together. Something about his childish looks and cute, boyish, smile just made you… ugh. You couldn't even explain how happy he made you feel.
You smiled at the Pythagorean Theorem worksheet you were working on and nearly made a hole in the paper, you were pressing so hard with your pencil as you daydreamed. You realized you'd doodled his face in the place where "X" should've been. You shook your head and tried to clear your thoughts as you returned to work.
You got home later that day and, oddly enough, your mother met you at the door when you got home. She looked…odd…"Mom? You okay?" You asked, with a squeeze in your chest. She nodded.
"Why don't you come into the living room, sweetheart; have a seat." You were scared now, but followed your mother into the living room, backpack slipping off your back as you fiddled with the belt loops of your jeans. Sitting down on the couch, your mother put her arms around your shoulders. "I heard from the Y.G. Family production representative today. You made the initial cut."
Stunned, you pulled away from her embrace and looked up. You couldn't speak and your heart constricted in your chest. It was beating wildly and you opened your mouth, but the words stuck inside your throat. Your mom shook her head. "The chances were so slim… I never thought…never thought…" her sentence trailed off.
"You never thought I'd make it." Neither did you. It was rare to see your mom acting this way; in fact, you didn't think she even really knew what a big deal this really was.
"They want you to fly to Seoul in two weeks for the secondary tryouts," she said, instead of a reply. You leaned into her. It felt so sudden, and unbelievable.
"Can I go?"
She was silent for a moment. "I thought about the answer to that question all day.."
You didn't reply, but waited for her answer. You were so nervous, but desperately wished for a positive reaction. "I am going to let you try," she said finally, "after all, I agreed to let you audition in the first place. I knew this could happen. Although it does go against my better judgement as a parent…"
This time, your thoughts turned to your dad before they turned to Jiyong. You wished he could've been there for the news, but…
You sniffed a little and pulled your knees to your chest, clearing your mind. You were going to Seoul!