W-Where am I...?

"Miss.. Miss Hathaway?"

I look up and find a pair of violet eyes staring worriedly at me. Out of surprise, I jump out of the bed and clench onto the velvet curtains, trying to hide myself from those enigmatic eyes.

Violet eyes were definitely an absurd eye colour unless he has the 'odd eye' genetic disorder, which technically has no abnormal symptoms but a weird colour for the eyes. Like for example, the boy in front of me right now.

The boy quickly blurts out something I couldn't understand, shaking his head rapidly.

Japanese. I could tell since well, it was obvious. I was performing in Japan. No wonder there would be people speaking Japanese.

I never took the interest of learning Japanese but a couple of simple words such as 'minna' translation, 'everyone', 'hai' translation, 'yes', and 'Kon'nichiwa', translation, 'hello.' Of course these are the basics but you should realize my point by now.

As a "prodigy," I'm required to learn the major languages to contact and communicate with foreign people around the world. For me, I chose French, obviously English for my major, Italian, Chinese, Russian, and Korean.

I don't know but French seemed very elegant, it looked like it when I visited there for vacation.

"Miss..?"

So he does speak English. But he's fumbling so... Maybe not fluently.

I make sure to take in his features; blonde smooth hair with of course the 'handsomely prince-type face', and choose a language to try to communicate with him.

"Annyeonghaseo.. Hoksi hangul alayo?" Translation, 'Hello, do you know Korean?'

The boy is bewildered I could see it and tries to find easier words to tell me.

"B-Bonjour...?" he finally stutters out, smiling nervously.

I brighten up. He can speak French! I.. I wasn't necessarily trying to say anything related to stereotypish...

"Hello, do you know how I got here in break room?" I ask, finally rummaging up the courage.

The boy frowns and pokes my head.

"You fainted, Miss. Do you not remember?"

I blink my eyes and everything rushes back to me. I did faint. During practice.

"If it's not too much trouble... What time is it?" I ask politely yet impatiently.

The blonde looks at his watch on his phone and inform,"Why it's 8:00 in the evening. The time for your..."

"Concert." we both groan.

Shoot. I forgot.