Standing on her bed, Birdie could hardly stand it. Bringing her hairbrush that she should be using to combat the curly frizz she called her hair, she brought it to her mouth as the BTS song Permission To Dance pulsed throughout her room.

Singing the lyrics the best she could into her hairbrush as she jumped up and down on her mattress as if she was a teenage girl all over again, she belted her heart out to the cardboard cutout of her bias that stood near a wall a few feet away.

Park Jimin. Standing there in all his life-sized glory decked out in a suit and tie. Behind him was a bulletin board with a large countdown to the BTS concert that was coming to town, a concert that she was actually going to get to attend.

Birdie couldn't believe that she was finally getting the chance to meet her idol. She was finally going to get the chance to meet the person that she had foolishly dreamed of marrying. Birdie couldn't contain her excitement. All the day-to-day stresses no longer seemed to matter, not when she was soon about to be face-to-face with the freaking Park Jimin.

"BERNICE! TURN THAT FLIPPING MUSIC DOWN!"

Quickly scrambling down from her position on her bed, her hand just made contact with her phone to turn down the volume as she heard her father's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Soon her bedroom door opened, and her father stood in the doorway, looking at her.

"Can't you knock?" Birdie asked as her father scowled.

Her father was a man who seemed to sleep, eat, and breathe adult to the extreme. Even when he was home, he didn't engage in any sort of leisure activities. If there was ever a time where he didn't have to work, he would find some way to create work. There were days that Birdie felt like her father should have married the Microsoft Office Suite instead of her mother. He'd rather have an Excel sheet for a child than an actual one.

"You're an adult now so it's time to stop acting like a child," her father said , ignoring Birdie's question. "Keep your music down or I'm renovating your room."

Birdie knew what he meant by renovating, watching his vulture like gaze cast over the wallpaper that had long been covered by various posters of BTS and specifically Jimin. Her father's eyes eventually landed on her life-sized cutout of Jimin as a scowl took over his face.

"If you don't cut it out, that will be the first thing to go in the trash."

Birdie scowled back at her father, not being able to believe that he was being a grumpy curmudgeon over her music being up a bit loud in her room.

"Fine. I'll keep the music down."

Nodding his head, her father looked at the cardboard cutout of Jimin one last time before shutting Birdie's door and walking back downstairs.

"Eternal Scrooge," Birdie muttered as she made sure her volume was down before putting on her tunes again.

She knew in the back of her mind that she didn't have to put up with this sort of stuff anymore if she didn't want to. She was twenty-four and perfectly capable of living on her own. The only thing stopping her was the grief she carried with her that she had yet to get over. Her mother had only died roughly a year ago, and Birdie was still trying to come to terms with it all. In a way, she felt like moving out and trying to live her life was moving on from her mother and letting her go. Birdie wasn't sure she was ready for that yet.

Walking over to her desk that was littered with various notebooks and photocard frames, Birdie picked up a beaded purple necklace that her mother had given to her right before she passed away. Walking over to her cardboard cutout of Jimin, Birdie gently hooked the necklace about his neck. Her eyes focused in on the glittery purple heart charm at the center of it.

"I know that I'm seeing you tomorrow and that finally meeting you will make my day," she said with a sigh, "but all I really wish is that I can be happy again."

Birdie knew that "seeing" him tomorrow entailed Jimin being nothing more than an ant on the stage. Her balcony seats would require binoculars to see him clearly, but it didn't matter to her. For a few short hours she'd be in the same building — heck she'd be able to breathe the same air — as her bias. It made all the money worth it.

With a smile on her lips as the thought of the concert brought her back to a state of excitement, Birdie started singing along to her now turned down music again as she attempted to make herself somewhat presentable for the day ahead.