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Finally, you've arrived.
Today is the day that you'll be watching your favorite singer Bang Chan perform live for today's music fest. You've even secured VIP tickets in order to see him close up.
It's my chance to get noticed, you thought, clutching to the reflective banner you designed yourself. I will definitely won't let this pass!
As you line up among the crowd to enter the concert hall, there was a forceful bump from behind that caused you to fall.
"Hey!" you grunted after absorbing your on-four fall on the floor. You whipped hair back angrily to glance at the person who knocked u off.
His arms being wary of his deed, hesitantly reaching out but he was pulled back in a hurry by someone with him. Because the lighting was off his face, you only caught a view of brown curly hair that falls on his face. What the heck? You held yourself up as people stare at you. They didn't even apologize...
"Jerks." you sighed.
As the lights dimmed out and the crowd of, mostly, fangirls screamed their hearts out seeing the silhouette of the most wanted man of the moment, you cannot help but join into the hype as the spotlight finally shone over Chan's flawless face.
"Are you ready to have some fun?!"
"CHAN, LET'S HANGOUT!! I'LL EVEN WASH YOUR VERSACE UNDIES!!" With that attention-grabbing scream, not only Chan noticed, of course you had to look. What was interesting about it was it came from a guy's voice. And just as if the timing willed it, you met the person's gaze despite being three feet away in the crowded pit.
He was carrying a white flag (with its wooden handle inserted in his backpack) with red scribbles of "CHAN IS #1" written horizontally, the type of flag typically worn by Japanese people. On top of that, he wore a headband with glowing red lights on it with Chan's face, while still carrying a reflective banner. He looked at you, his round eyes and youthful face, a pressed smile, and the brown curly hair that's the length of his chin.
"Ah, YOU!"
With a jolt, the fanboy tried to hide his face with his cheering banner of chan's name. As if that would make him disappear. You had a sour look on your face as he took a peek back at you. Noticing that your glare won't go away, he whispered to the muscular guy beside him, who looked like his friend that pulled him when the fanboy collided with you.
The both of them glanced your way, as if talking about you and then they began to squirm their way around the crowd. You wanted to give them a piece of your mind and attempted to follow them but Chan's song began and you had to glue your feet back to your place.
Ok, don't ask for trouble. You're here to watch Chan live. You chanted to yourself under your breath.
Monday, classes resume.
As a student at the College of Music, you were dawdling over your composition when you remembered Chan's song. Let me try to play it by ear... You hovered your fingers over the keys of the grand piano and closed your eyes. As you envisioned and replayed the tune of his guitar, you pressed on the keys to match them.
"Wow, you actually play good..." you opened your eyes to see that on the window by the hall, was the same brown, curly haired guy. But this time, he was wearing the same uniform as your college.
"YOU again!?" He clapped while staring at you, looking innocently fascinated.
"That's a clap for your demo and that's also correct," He stood upright to look taller and extended his hand over the window.
"I'm Jisung, but people call me Han, and yes, I'm also a music student." Reluctant, you raised a brow at him after glancing at his extended hand. He awkwardly retracted his hand back and tapped it on his chest with an embarrassed grin.
"Yeah, nice to meet me."
"What do you want?" All your grudges against this newly acquainted stranger flashed before you: him colliding with you, not getting an apology for that, stealing your moment to get noticed by Chan...
He gasped. "Can you read my mind?" Your face never looked darker.
"Quick! What piano concerto from Bach am I thinking?"
"Get lost,"
"Whoa, whoa, I'm just kidding!" Jisung waved in alarm as you began to tidy up your sheet music from the grand piano stand.
"I know we came off on a bad footing, but can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure,"
"Really?" You saw his enthusiasm twinkle from his eyes.
"No. Now, get lost."
"No, wait! Please, listen–"
"The only voice I would listen to is Bang Chan's and clearly, you ain't him." You snarled, closing the keys of the grand piano and shoving your sheet music portfolio into your backpack.
"What if I can–" Jisung hurried over to the door of the piano room to meet you, cutting himself short. When you stepped out, it's like he was just a tarpaulin standee to you.
"WAIT!" He then jump right in front of your path which gave you small scare and made you wide-eye.
"I know I'm annoying and this is so random from a fellow Chan fan, but–"
To your surprise, he dropped to his knees and clasped his hand on a praying position. "Will you join my band and be our pianist?"
Look what you got yourself into, whispered your conscience. You sighed.
"Y/n! I'm so glad you came!" It was Saturday night and as agreed, you'd play a song with 3RACHA as their pianist. Jisung, probably the most annoying creature to you as of the moment, is the band's proud bassist. Their drummer, Changbin, was relaxing on the sofa, scrolling on his phone, gave you a small disinterested nod.
"Yeah, I did some practice at home..." You weakly said, raising your portfolio, and Han immediately got all-smiley. "But I don't really have an experience playing in a band!"
"No probs, it's time we get you out of your Mozart-Chopin zone and into the Bon Jovi-Queen spirit!" Jisung celebrated.
The three of you began to tune your designated instruments and prepare your sheet music, when the door crashed open and the final member, the vocalist, barged into the studio.
"Heya, sorry I'm late." Butterflies suddenly went flying into your stomach and the taste of your lunch was suddenly in your throat. You blushed like a freshly ripe tomato.
"Chan hyung!" Jisung exchanged bro hugs with the singer, who was dressed in black plaid, white basic top, black shorts, combat boots, and a white ball cap. He placed his electric guitar case on the long table and unlocked it. No doubt, it was his signature black and white guitar.
"I'm not playing with you guys,"
"Pleaseee! I'll buy you lunch every Friday? Or snacks every Wednesday?"
"I don't have classes on Fridays and I don't eat snacks." You were about to storm away from Jisung when he revealed his trump card.
"What if I say, you'll be able to see Chan if you become our pianist...?" You froze, his tone changed from being candid to being negotiator. You were fighting yourself to answer 'REALLY??'
What if it's just a bait? You thought, you tightened your grip on your bag.
"Don't go dragging Chan here. Is he the type to hangout with the likes of you?"
You heard his footsteps closing in, and then there was the sight of his phone on your face. A photo, which made you tremble and out of breath. You had to keep your eyes open as you grab hold of Jisung's phone, inspecting whether it was fake or not.
The photo was Jisung and Chan together, which looked like a selfie from the backstage of the music fest you attended. What's more was Chan was making a kiss-face on Jisung's grinning face.
"What if I say he does?"
"Oh, by the way Chan hyung," Jisung began, after connecting his bass guitar in the amplifier. "Have you met our pianist? Y/n, she's actually your second biggest fan."
Slightly panicked when Chan faced you, you made a staggered bow and greeted him.
"Nice to meet ya, Y/N," Chan pressed a dainty smile as he walked towards his spot.
"Second biggest? Who's the first?"
"Me," Jisung and Changbin answered in unison, which both of them exchanged glares. While Chan chuckled, Jisung sucked air through his teeth while Changbin shook his head.
"It's Adventure of a Lifetime by Coldplay, right?"
Jisung nodded to Chan as he warmed up his bass guitar. Chan, strummed once, then look at each of the band member – smiled at you – and said,
"3RACHA, let's have fun!"
To be continued...