First Day: Performing Arts School

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My first day in School of Performing Arts.

I wasn’t bothered to become an idol. I just wanted a course to fulfil my after 10th years; like every academic student has to do.

Every other did opt for Humanities or Science. I stood out to be an exceptional.

I became something for teachers to talk on.

Yes, a lot of the youngsters did opt for stage-life. But Idolism wasn’t very welcomed in our nation. We still needed Doctors, Engineers, Big CEO’s or Market heads.

“Are you sure of going with performing Arts ?”. Our Homeroom Teacher asked, me.

“Yes. I do”. I gave an uneasy smile.

I knew to make decision, we all are independent to do so. Aint we ?.

“I must forget them all. This is something new, isn’t it ?”. Once again, I was talking to myself.

I walked down the lane, to the school building.

Students dressed in their best yellow uniforms; walked back-forth.

Yes, This is School of Performing Arts. I felt.

I wasn’t dreaming of becoming of idol. I just appeared to be absent-minded back in the path, I was walking.

Thumph, I collided with him.( Till then, my heart didn’t acknowledge him as my forever love).

He was tall, thats the least I could say about him. Cause there were rays of sunlight obstructing my vision.

My eyes gained sight.

I could see him.

His lips were red, sharpest nose bridge-till the date I’ve ever seen, his face as if his Elsa had been his mother, eyes not too wide nor too chiselled. His entire face made out a piece of art, that nobody could ignore.

I was startled.

So, maybe he was too.

We just kept staring, for a descent amount of time.

His eyes reading me, whereas I was just shy.

“I am sorry”. He bowed to some angle.

“Ah...err...I am sorry too”. I responded.

We changed paths towards our same destination.

We entered our classroom; the same moment. Our footsteps, matched.

I could take it to be a sign of destiny or love; like everyone did. But I didn’t so. Just because, he looked so good. I felt myself ugly.

While he was happy to see me again. I was a bit bothered.

I went ahead, searching out for an empty desk. Most of them were filled and they were a duet. I searched harder and couldn’t really get a one.

I could get one; after much tries and effort.

“Could I sit here ?”. A calm, manly voice.

It was him, again.

“Its empty”. I just said that; I didn’t know whatever I was meaning.

It appeared to be a little rude to him, I felt.

“Sit with me”. I said in a rush, just to make up my fault.

He smiled; a quite addicting one.

I don’t know why, but I felt shy.

‘Was it alright ?. Should I’ve done it ?’.

“Ah, I feel so embarrassed”.

I laid my head on the desk.

“Gwaenchana ?” He asked me.

“Nan Gwaenchana-h”

The class started.

Formal classes don’t start over the first day. It’s just an introductory day.

‘Hello Everyone’. Thats just a copy-paste issue with everyone.

“I am Doh Min Joon”. I gave my half-stretched smile.

I sat down. Next to me, was a tall him.

“Han Seungwoo Imnida. I hope we all spend a good time together. Mannaseo bangap sumnida”. He waved and then sat down.

His face turned towards me; asking if it was alright ?.

My face stood blank; startled.

I wasn’t very good at expressing.

“Dumb me”. I thought to myself.

Later on, for five long periods we didn’t have much interactions.

I didn’t know, when he exited the room. But he wasn’t there.

There was nobody else in the classroom either.

“I maybe have slept throughout the class”. I thought to myself.

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