"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE NAEUN?!" My mother shrieked as she ripped up my treasured journal and threw it across the room.

I stood there in shock as she continued discovering and destroying my musical creations--from my the lyrics I created, to the pictures of choreography I've drawn.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU DO INSTEAD OF STUDYING?! YOU WANT TO DO MUSIC? DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITH THOSE WHO DO MUSIC??!!" She chucked my guitar at me.

I didn't even wince when I let it hit me. "They're doing what they enjoy, that's what. Like how I'm doing what I enjoy." I said, acting calm.

"YOU CAN'T GO INTO MUSIC, YOU'LL NEVER SURVIVE! YOU CAN'T DANCE, YOU CAN'T SING, YOU CAN'T RAP, SO DON'T ACT LIKE IT!"

"I can do whatever the hell I want." I said bitterly. "I'll be an artist, if I want to."

"THEN YOU AREN'T MY DAUGHTER!! THIS FAMILY DOESN'T NEED YOU AND YOUR LITTLE TOYS DISTRACTING US FROM SUCCESS!!"

"I was never your daughter in the first place. You and dad can go fuck your business buddies to earn your money." I said, grabbing my bag and slamming the front door as hard as I could shut.

"Fuck all of them."

•••

I yawned, stretching my arms as I was greeted my the sunlight. 4 days.

It's been four days since I've been living on the streets, homeless, foodless, and showerless.

I sighed and leaned against the wall under the bridge I slept under. "At least I'm free."

I slapped on some sunscreen (still gotta look good even tho I'm homeless), and grabbed my stuff ready to head off somewhere else that I didn't know of.

"See ya later Naeun-sshi." An old man which I became friends with said. He has been living on the streets since a teenager, and has treated me very well.

I nodded. Man I'm so hungry.

And thirsty.

I sighed, entering a random cafe I saw. I made my way to the front counter.

A boy the looked around my age looked up at me with a toothy grin. "Hello."

"Hi." I said, rather lifelessly.

"What would you like?"

I looked at his name tag, it read Woo Jinyoung. Woo Jinyoung. That sounded oddly familiar.

"Is your water free?" I asked.

This Jinyoung guy nodded. "Free for you."

That made me laugh. "If it's not actually free, you can just say no."

"It actually is. Is that all? Only water?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

"You're quite skinny." He suddenly said. "Why not order some food?"

Either this guy is actually concerned or just wants extra money.

"...I can't pay for it." I said.

"I'll give you some bread for free." He said.

"No no, I can't take that." I said. That bread looks good though.

"Nope, I insist." Jinyoung said, pushing forward a bag of bread and a cup. "Have a nice day!"

I looked at the items in my hand and bowed 90 degrees. "Thank you so much."

He nodded, gesturing for the next costumer to come.

I exited the cafe in relief. I got water and enough food. What a good day.

I sat outside and ate, while looking over the lyrics I wrote yesterday. I don't know why I was continuing with music when I can't even find myself food, but I felt the need to do it. When I have a goal I must achieve it.

After eating I ended up falling asleep on my bag, and when I woke up the sun was sitting on the horizon. I smiled as I watched it disappear. This was the best part of being alone and helpless, you start to see things you've never appreciated before.

I sighed and stood up, pulling up my black face mask to cover my nose and mouth, and pulled up my hoodie to cover my head. I might look like a murderer but who cares.

I made my way to one of the busiest area of Seoul, Myeongdang. It was swarming with people holding shopping bags and street food.

I set my stuff down once I found the perfect spot, pulling out my speaker.

The music loudly played soon enough, and I felt confident because I knew that no one could recognize me with my mask and hoodie on, so I felt no embarrassment doing this at all. If it earns me even a single penny, it would be worth it.

I started dancing to the music, like I practiced. People passing by watched, and some even stopped. I gained even more confidence when people starting putting money in my bag sitting on the ground.

Soon, a crowd formed around me, and they cheered and clapped to the music. I smiled under my mask.

The song soon died down, and the people cheered loudly. My heart swelled with happiness. For the first time, I felt like my life was going the right direction.

"More! More! More!"

I grinned and nodded, turning on another song.

After that one, I danced to another.

And another.

I could tell it was getting really late, so I decided to stop. Plus, I was dead tired.

"Show your face! Show your face! Show your face!" The audience chanted.

I shook my head and bowed. "Thank you!!" I yelled.

The audience gave one last cheer and then parted off. I sat down and counted the money I've made in my bag.

$100.

I cheered to myself. This was a success.

I could do so much with $100. I could take a shower at a spa. Buy myself food and clothes. If I continue doing this busking business for longer, I could earn enough to do so many things.

I happily went to sleep in a random park that night, my dreams filled with my goals being achieved in the near future.