You've waited for your mom for about an hour or more because she went to the toilet, dealing with her stomach ache since last night. Your first experience went on a plane with her wasn't that great since she farted a lot. She went overboard eating fruit in one sitting. A few hours journey from Canada to Korea was very tiring. Both of you went there because of her business project. You and your mother were going to stay over there for a few months or maybe years.

The sound of your stomach rumbling could be heard since you didn't have your breakfast just yet. You just ignored the churn in your stomach as you waited for your mother patiently. Swaying your leg back and front as you sat on the seat in the waiting area, looking around if there was a sight of your mother.

Sighing as you saw no glimpse of her, you took out a ukulele from the bag. Your most favorite music instrument other than piano. Your grandfather has taught you to play with the ukulele a few years back in your home country. Slowly plucking the string, you started to find the tune that you've liked. Luckily the ukulele looked good on you, and the size was on point for a 14 years old girl. You let out a few hums before you started to singing. Singing has been your passion since you were a kid. At first, you started singing just for fun when your grandparents always made you sing for them, but now you volunteered to sing for them.

As you started to sing, you were getting surrounded by the crowds. Some of them pulled out their phones and started to record you singing while playing the ukulele. The rest of them just went with the flow, tapping their feet as they were listening to your soft yet unique voice.

Remember the way you made me feel,

Such young love but,

Something in me knew that it was real,

Frozen in my head,

Pictures I'm living through for now,

Trying to remember all the good times,

Our life was cutting through so loud,

Memories are playing in my dull mind,

I hate this part paper hearts,

And I'll hold a piece of yours,

Don't think I would just forget about it,

Hoping that you won't forget about it,

Everything is gray under these skies,

Wet mascara,

Hiding every cloud under a smile,

When there are cameras,

And I just can't reach out to tell you,

That I always wonder what you're up to,

Pictures I'm living for now,

Trying to remember all the good times,

Our life was cutting through so loud,

Memories are playing in my dull mind,

I hate this part paper hearts,

And I'll hold a piece of yours,

Don't think I would just forget about it,

Hoping that you won't forget about it,

I live through pictures as if I was right,

Thereby your side,

But you'll be good without me and if I could just give it some time,

I'll be alright,

Goodbye love, you flew right by love,

Pictures I'm living through for now,

Trying to remember all the good times,

Our life was cutting through so loud,

Memories are playing in my dull mind,

I hate this part paper hearts,

And I'll hold a piece of yours,

Don't think I would just forget about it,

Hoping that you won't forget about it.

You stood up from the bench and bowed at them as a thank you gesture. You never thought that you would get this kind of attention, and you loved every second of it. "Thank you for listening. Thank you," You muttered as you keep bowing at the crowds. All of them were cheering at you, saying that you're talented, and a good singer. You just thanked them even more since you thought that you don't deserve that kind of praise. You were a little bit afraid since you saw how the guards were looking at you constantly. At this point, all you want is to get kicked out. Soon enough, all of them started to walk away with a smile on their faces. You get back to your seat and then put the ukulele next to you.

"You looked so cool just now," A man around his early 40s out of sudden approached. You looked up at him while muttering thank you. He looked a bit creepy, to be honest, but you just brushed that thought off. "What's your name?— oh my bad. My name is Sihyuk Bang," He told you in English but you could easily sense his Korean accent. Should you answer him? But your mother told you not to talk to strangers. "Don't be afraid. I wouldn't kidnap you or do something bad. There are so many people out here anyway," The man giggled as he saw you were hesitating to talk to him. Grinning at him awkwardly, "My name is Esther Oh, but my Korean name is Hanbyul Oh," You said. What he told you was true, who would kidnap someone with so many people around and the guards patrolling everywhere. You then kindly let him sit beside you.

"So Esther, right? You're Korean?" The older male asked. You just smiled at him as you answered his question truthfully, "My father is a Korean, and my mother is a Canadian. I've been living in Canada for my whole life. I don't know how to speak in Korean even though my dad is a Korean," The older male nodded his head, trusting you since you didn't look like a pure Korean anyway since you got more of your mother's traits than your father.

"You're so good at singing. I adore your voice and the little performance just now. Do you want to be a singer by any chance?" The man asked. Of course, you've always liked to sing but to be a singer? You were not so sure about that.

You tilted your head and raised one of your eyebrows, "Singer? I like to sing and play musical instruments but to be a singer. Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," The man nodded his head. There were so many people like you who like to sing and play musical instruments but didn't to be a singer, so they might end up being a composer or songwriter. "What about you, sir? What do you do for a living?" You asked back. You were pretty glad that sometimes you were very outgoing with people on the first meet. "Oh me? I'm just the CEO of an entertainment company but not a famous one," The man told you.

"Can I ask you something? Do you like singing, dancing, or have any talents?" The man asked you. You were not so sure why he has been asking you about singing and dancing. "As I've told you, I like singing a lot. I used to go to a community dance class, or more like an exercise class with my grandma on weekends. Other than that, I used to act in my school's drama and theater club," The man just smiled fondly at you, "You sure do have a lot of talents anyway where are your parents?" He asked, looking around since until now he found no one approached you.

"Thank you, sir. I've just arrived here this morning with my mother, and she went to the restroom," You said softly. You could that the man beside you was genuinely nice towards you even though you found him a little bit sketchy at first. You couldn't help but always be on your guards when it came to men because your mother told you not all men were good even though they are your family members. "Oh really? Hanbyul, do you perhaps interested to join a K—pop group—"

"Hanbyul!"