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Studio Madness
Phone Calls and Meetings
Omicha
"a, Omicha . gibun-i eottae su iss-eulkkayo?" My mother's voice rang through the phone.
[Ah, Omicha. How might you be feeling?]
"naneun umma gwaenchanh-ayo. appa neun eottae ?" I exhaled.
[I'm fine, umma. How's appa?]
"Great. Can I talk to Yuri and Jung Lee?"She sounded annoyed. I called for my unni's as they bolted down the staircase. Jung Lee pressed the speaker button.
"Annyeonghaseyo, umma!" She exclaimed. Yuri giggled, holding her hand to cover her mouth.
"Ah, Jung Lee. How are you? Yuri?" She questioned.
"Great, umma!" The two yelled. I groaned. Being the youngest was hard. I have already gave them my phone, so I walked slowly to the kitchen table. Some nerd was sitting there.
"Hi. I'm Steve." He waved a finger shyly. I laughed.
"annyeonghaseyo. He giggled a weird laugh.
"You're... Ommi, right?" He clearly didn't understand Korean.
"No, I'm Omicha. Pleasure to meet you." He blushed a little bit. I could clearly see why. He was attracted to my looks. Judging by how old he looked, I estimated he was 17."
"You're 17, right?" I asked.
"In Korea, I would be 19. I'm 18 here, though." I nodded.
I chuckled and said, "Pleasure meeting you. See you later!" I pushed my chair back and started walking.
"Omicha, here's your phone." Yuri handed me the phone, as I thanked her. Meanwhile, Jung Lee was busy talking with someone else.
"I'm Jung Lee, and you are...?" She awaited her reply.
"Chanel. Pleasure to meet you." I am sick of that word: Pleasure. I've heard or said it at least a billion times today!
Chanel brushed back her rainbow hair as her lip ring shined under the light. Takumi strolled inside.
"Everyone! We have a big conversation going on in the Dancer's Auditorium! Be there in 10 minutes!" Her voice was really loud.
I grabbed Yuri's hand as we ran through the hallway. A few young instructors, and a middle-aged looking lady stood on stage. I sat in the first row; accompanied by Yuri and Chanel. Jung Lee unni sat next to Chanel.
"Attention! May I announced that the dancing practice will be cut off for a while! Plum has twisted her ankle while practicing a new dance this morning! The room may be adjourned." I giggled. I think she watches too much Judge Judy.
Yuri
I walked down the long corridor with Omicha. She kept texting someone on her phone. Heck, who knows who she was texting.
"Yuri unni, how long will we be here?" She rested her head on my shoulder as we continued walking.
I sighed.
"Not sure, Ommi. Maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months. Who knows?" She nodded weakly.
"I miss umma and appa." I gulped. I'm not sure if she ever figured out she was adopted. Of course, all of us called 'mom' and 'dad' umma and appa. She never knew that she was adopted, so when she was young, we taught her how to say 'umma' to mom, and 'appa' to dad. It really goofs up our systems...
"a, Omicha . gibun-i eottae su iss-eulkkayo?" My mother's voice rang through the phone.
[Ah, Omicha. How might you be feeling?]
"naneun umma gwaenchanh-ayo. appa neun eottae ?" I exhaled.
[I'm fine, umma. How's appa?]
"Great. Can I talk to Yuri and Jung Lee?"She sounded annoyed. I called for my unni's as they bolted down the staircase. Jung Lee pressed the speaker button.
"Annyeonghaseyo, umma!" She exclaimed. Yuri giggled, holding her hand to cover her mouth.
"Ah, Jung Lee. How are you? Yuri?" She questioned.
"Great, umma!" The two yelled. I groaned. Being the youngest was hard. I have already gave them my phone, so I walked slowly to the kitchen table. Some nerd was sitting there.
"Hi. I'm Steve." He waved a finger shyly. I laughed.
"annyeonghaseyo. He giggled a weird laugh.
"You're... Ommi, right?" He clearly didn't understand Korean.
"No, I'm Omicha. Pleasure to meet you." He blushed a little bit. I could clearly see why. He was attracted to my looks. Judging by how old he looked, I estimated he was 17."
"You're 17, right?" I asked.
"In Korea, I would be 19. I'm 18 here, though." I nodded.
I chuckled and said, "Pleasure meeting you. See you later!" I pushed my chair back and started walking.
"Omicha, here's your phone." Yuri handed me the phone, as I thanked her. Meanwhile, Jung Lee was busy talking with someone else.
"I'm Jung Lee, and you are...?" She awaited her reply.
"Chanel. Pleasure to meet you." I am sick of that word: Pleasure. I've heard or said it at least a billion times today!
Chanel brushed back her rainbow hair as her lip ring shined under the light. Takumi strolled inside.
"Everyone! We have a big conversation going on in the Dancer's Auditorium! Be there in 10 minutes!" Her voice was really loud.
I grabbed Yuri's hand as we ran through the hallway. A few young instructors, and a middle-aged looking lady stood on stage. I sat in the first row; accompanied by Yuri and Chanel. Jung Lee unni sat next to Chanel.
"Attention! May I announced that the dancing practice will be cut off for a while! Plum has twisted her ankle while practicing a new dance this morning! The room may be adjourned." I giggled. I think she watches too much Judge Judy.
Yuri
I walked down the long corridor with Omicha. She kept texting someone on her phone. Heck, who knows who she was texting.
"Yuri unni, how long will we be here?" She rested her head on my shoulder as we continued walking.
I sighed.
"Not sure, Ommi. Maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months. Who knows?" She nodded weakly.
"I miss umma and appa." I gulped. I'm not sure if she ever figured out she was adopted. Of course, all of us called 'mom' and 'dad' umma and appa. She never knew that she was adopted, so when she was young, we taught her how to say 'umma' to mom, and 'appa' to dad. It really goofs up our systems...
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