Everything was ready for the showcase. Oona couldn't remember the last time she'd slept more than three hours, but she was pleased with the rehearsal of "Young Dreams," the song Bang Chan had written for them. The big day had arrived, and she just hoped the long hours of rehearsal would pay off. She was about to go out and get something to eat when she received a message.
“I hope you enjoy the stage today, fighting!”
-Hello! Thank you very much, I don't have your number saved, excuse me but who are you?
...
-hello?
-Hi, you gave me your number a few days ago, well, you wrote it down... never mind. I just wanted to wish you luck.
Me? No... I don't know what you're talking about, I don't remember...
Okay, never mind, I'm sure they'll do spectacularly today. Goodbye!
Wait! But who...? Mm, can you... please, who are you?
On the other end, Han put his phone in the drawer, surprised at himself. He didn't know why he had decided to send that message, but he had to get up now. Last night he had finally had a creative burst and had written a whole song; he had to show it to the guys.
I think I'll title it Sunshine...
