Si-woo's Sight: 1-1 School Festival

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High school student Choi Si-woo participates in her school celebration performance behind her mother's back. However, it suddenly rains after the event...

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You: Wh--Where am I?

All I see before me is endless darkness.

I grope around, and my fingertips touch something gritty.

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

My voice seems to travel very far, but fades without any echo. Wind whistles through stone cracks and makes an eerie sound, almost like a person laughing. I feel like I'm drowning in fear and unease.

I have to get out of here quickly.

I run as fast as I can, but the howling wind still pierces my eardrums. I don't know how long I have been running when I begin to feel like I am suffocating. And there is still no light ahead of me.

It hurts. C-can anybody help me...?

I am slowly losing consciousness. Suddenly a faint light appears before me. Fighting the pain, I force myself to keep going... At the end of the dark tunnel, there is a person surrounded by light, their hand stretched out towards me.

I begin to cry uncontrollably. But just as I am about to grasp that hand, darkness engulfs me once more.

The ringing of my phone's alarm pulls me back to Reality. The dream I just had is still fresh in my mind. I feel a little tired.

The clock on the desk shows it's 8:00.

Oh no! Today is the day of my school celebration performance!

I jump out of the bed, quickly wash and dress, and prepare to leave.

Mom: Si-woo, come have breakfast.

You: (Shoot, mom caught me.) Mom, I can't today. I am in a hurry.

Mom: I thought you don't have any letters this morning.

You: That's right it, but I told Sun-hye I'd meet her in the study room. I have to go now. I'll see you later!

Mom: What's with this child, always rushing around...?

Pretending to be calm, I walk to the door. But I start running as soon as a step outside.

At today's performance, I'm doing a dance I have been preparing for a long time. My mother wants me to focus only on my studies, so I have had to practice in secret.

I am at the school Auditorium's green room. Everyone is methodically preparing for their own performances. There is a hubbub of voices outside. It sounds like the first performance has already begun.

Park Seon-hye: Si-woo, the hall is full of spectators! What should I do?! I am so nervous!

You: Don't be nervous. We have done so much practice. We can do it.

Park Seon-hye: But you are so good. Not like me. Even with half a month of practice, I still make mistakes

You: That's not true...

Park Seon-hye: You know, no that day you auditioned for the show, we were all stunned by your performance! We used to think you were just a nerd, but that day, I felt like I saw a star! It's almost vacation time. You have to teach me then!

Sun-hye keeps chattering. What she cannot see is that while I look calm, my palms are sweating. This is my first performance too!

There is a loud round of applause outside, and I know that it's almost our turn to go on stage.

It's very noisy, but all I can hear is my own thumping heart.

I've spent countless night secretly practicing on my own.

Becoming an idol has always been a dream of mine, one I didn't dare share with anyone.

This is my first opportunity to show my true passion in public.

The music starts. Hearing the music that embedded itself in my mind, my body begins moving with the rhythm.

(Next year I have to take the Suneung, the college entrance exam. This may be the only chance I get to perform.)

(I have to give it my all!)

Our beautiful poses and clean moment soon make the audience go wild. When the song ends, they burst into thunderous applause. We all hug each other excitedly .

The program ends, and we leave the stage to greet the audience. I turn back into my usual quiet self. Their enthusiasm makes me feel uncomfortable, and I sneakily return backstage.

(I never imagined I would be able to perform my idol's favorite song on stage like I did today.)

(I heard talent Scouts from J agency are here today, too. Around this time of the year, the usually visit Schools to recruit trainees.)

(Maybe... No, it's not possible. Just being able to perform today is enough for me.)

It's getting dark outside, and the crowd is dispersing. I am packing my stuff and preparing to go home, when the sound of rain stops me.

Standing beneath the roof, I look outside. The light veil of rain makes my surroundings look unreal.

(I should have gone home with Seon-hye and the other girls. If I walk back now, I will be soaked through.)

(Eh? Is someone out there in the rain?)

I rub my eyes. There really is a young man standing in the rain.

(I don't think I have ever seen his face before.)

The boy looks gloomy, and he is looking straight in my direction. I noticed there's bright red fluid oozing from his arm. The ground around him is also covered with red splotches. The sight startles me.

(Is that blood?)

Speak up

Thinking he might be injured, I feel I have to speak up.

H- hello. Are you alright? But the boy is like a statue. He doesn't make a sound a move a muscle. Do you want to come inside, out of rain? And... Is your hand injured?

Perhaps because I plucked up the courage to speak louder, he finally reacts, and slowly walks up to me. Now I can see his face clearly. It's a handsome one, but there is a long, fresh-looking scar at the corner of his mouth.

Are you a new student here? I don't think I have seen you before.

???: ...

You: Never mind. Come inside, I will bandage your wound.

The boy shakes his head. Then he becomes muttering to himself.

???: They said we would see each other tomorrow. Why did they wait for me? They revere me, follow me, say I am talented. But I don't even understand what they want. At least I have found you again.

The strange boy keeps talking to himself. I am so confused; I can't help interrupting him.

You: Wait. Who are you talking to? I don't even know who you are.

After I interrupt him, the boy falls silent again. He just looks at me, a slight smile on his face. For some reason, it gives me a sense of deja-vu. But I shouldn't dwell on that while his arm is still bleeding.

You: That wound looks bad. Come with me. I will bandage it up, then take you to the hospital.

I go inside to get the first aid kit. But when I come back out, the boy is gone.

You: Hello? Hello!

I call out loudly, but only response I get is the patter of the rain. He has already left. The only sign he was ever hear is the reddish water on the ground. Confused, I start walking back inside, only to find that a Navy-Blue Umbrella has appeared by the wall.

You: Strange. There wasn't an umbrella here before. Did that boy leave it behind?

What an odd person...

He didn't look like he was in a good shape. I hope he'll be alright.

Hide backstage

You: (There's something off about him and we don't know each other. Why is he staring at me?)

(the look in his eyes is creeping me out. I should go in and hide.)

Avoiding the strange boy's gaze, I return to the green room. But when I do, for some reason, my heart begins to ache.

(Did I over do it during the performance?)

When I have caught my breath and looked out the window again, the boy is gone.

There is a Navy Blue Umbrella by the wall that wasn't there before.

(Did the boy leave it there? Maybe I misjudged him...)

It's getting late. This umbrella appeared at the right time.)

(When I see him again, I will thank him properly.)

With the help of the boy’s umbrella, I make it home before sundown. I push open the door, and the Aroma of food wafts to my nose. I think of my mother's unfaltering efforts to care for me, and I suddenly feel a little ashamed. My steps become heavier.

Mom: You're back? Why are you so late today?

You: Uh, I forgot my umbrella, so I had to stay at school for a while.

Mom: Didn't I warn you about the rain yesterday? You have to be more careful!

You: I was in such a hurry this morning, I forgot. Luckily, classmates lent me their's. Don't worry. I didn't get wet at all.

Mom: Go wash your hands. It's time for dinner.

You: Okay. We are having roast pork belly today? I can't wait!

I walk over to the table and layout the cutlery. The smell of grilled meat is making my mouth water.

Mom: Eat, eat. Oh it, I have something very important to tell you.

My mother sits down across from me and calmly puts herself a glass of water.

Mom: My company is sending me to Busan for a long-term assignment, and I plan to bring you with me.

You: huh?

The chopsticks I am holding freeze in mid-air. I think of my friends. I think of my unattainable dream.

Mom: I contacted a good School over there. If you can get in, your grades may improve even more.

You: But I... I don't want to leave Seoul.

Mom: Do what I say. How can you take care of yourself on your own?

You: But if I leave here and go somewhere new all of sudden, my grades will probably fall.

Mom: We can get your private tutor. And I am sure you can handle it.

You: But I...

Mom: I know you don't want to leave your friends, but we will be back in less than a year.

Mom is smiling, but her tone is as strong and firm as ever, brooking no argument. I feel my heart sink.

You: Let me think about it, Mom. I'll be in my room.

Crestfallen, I returned to my room. When I was very young, my parents divorced, the personalities unsuited to each other. Ever since then, it's just been the two of us depending on one another.

Afraid I'll end up repeating her fate, my mother is very strict with me. And because I know how hard her life has been, I have always obeyed her.

You: When will this routine days end?

Maybe this is my fate. To follow the path my mother has laid out for me, and become who she wants me to be.

I lie in bed, thinking of the dark, depressing tunnel in my dream, the colourful lights on the stage, and my mother's resolute expression. Countless images whirl through my mind, and soon I began to feel exhausted. Full of bitterness and reluctance, I drift into a deep sleep.

It's morning. My phone rings decide my pillow. I pick it up in a daze. Its a message from an unknown number.

Hello, Choi Si-Woo. I am a talent scout with J agency. Your dance at the celebration performance was remarkable.

I invite you to our trainee audition on Sunday at 3 p.m. In our office. We look forward to seeing you!

I pinch my face to check that this isn't a dream. Then I read the message again. After making sure it's real, I let out a squeal of delight and jump with excitement.

Remembering that mum is in the next room, I hastily cover my mouth.

You: Amazing! J agency, my dream agency!

If I can pass the trainee test, then maybe I'll have a chance to become an idol.

But... Can I really do this?