"Kyung Mi! eodi gaseyo?" My friend and also our helper, Kim Eun-Ae, called out as I escaped from her grasp.

(Translation: Kyung Mi! Where are you going?)

"Nan geunyang gaelleolie galgeoya" I answered without looking at her and  out of the house.

(Translation: I'm just going to the gallery!)

As soon as I got out, I snuck a peek to see if any of our men are on their guards. As far as I know, it is their breaktime right now. I was sure of it.

I was about to meet up with my long-time boyfriend, Park Nam-Cheol, at the coffee shop today and I don't plan tobe surrounded by my parents' bodyguards.

For a moment, I was hesitant but when I saw that the coast was clear, I excitedly tiptoed to my Red Audi and locked the car door once inside. I stepped on the the gas and automatically our garage door opened as I approached it.

The bodyguards must have noticed due to the sounds that the car made and I grinned when I saw their frustrated and annoyed looks when I glanced at the rearview mirror. Happily, I drove off and went to the coffee shop not too far from here.

As I drove passed the bridge, I heard the sweet melody of a guitar being strummed by a person whose broad back and shoulders were turned to me. His tousled hair ws swaying along with the wind despite his headband on.

I continued watching him in the rearview mirror as he disappeared from my sight. I sighed.

How come I am thinking of that stranger? I am off to seeing my boyfriend, for Pete's sake!
I shook my head and opened my radio and switched it to my favorite station.

I sighed and gazed at the bright sun. Here I am at this particular bridge in Seoul and is about to try my luck as an artist.

I have always longed to be seen in television. I have tried auditioning for several shows and attended shoots in my hometown which is the Philippines but to no avail.

Then, a friend of mine, recommended that there are a lot of opportunities here in South Korea where I can showcase my talents. Luckily, my relative lives here so I was able to pass the Visa and will be staying at their house for several months before I get to buy my own.

Don't want to dwell much about it so I brought along with me my guitar. I began strumming it and humming along to my favorite song from Hinder.

Honey, why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

I tuned out the noises from the cars behind me and continued to play.

Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

I did not let it finish as I remembered I have to meet my friend today. I stood up and started to walk.

I really hope that luck will be on my side this time around.

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Playlist:

Lips Of An Angel by Hinder