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Diana was almost falling asleep. The day was pretty tiresome. Concert, meetings, interviews, photos, preparations for the last concert, for sure, she was tired. Although, she liked staring at the night sky in Tokyo, somehow, it was different than It was in Seoul. She laid in a long chair in the terrace of her room, she was alone, of course. Being solo sometimes was good.

Something strange felt on her face. “What…” She thought. Was It a dream? No. She heard the sound of the object fell on her and then to the ground. Quickly Diana got up and turned the lights on, and found a small objects right next to her flip flops. “What is it? Is it… a toy?” A frown appeared on her face, due that strange little object which unexpectedly popped up on her head.

Someone was knocking on her door, could be her manager or the room service she required some minutes ago.

“Uhm, hello— Uh! Joonyoungie, what’s wrong?” She greeted her friend but got no answer to her question since the boy started saying nonstop. “Ah, that object!” Diana thought to herself.

“Might be this one?” She showed her hands open with the small sword on it. “Yeah, it was on my terrace, and fell right on my head, what a lucky woman, aren’t I?” And she grinned having fun about the situation that happened between Joonyoung and her, since they were under the same label, they constantly meet each other on Gold Star building.

“I will tell the CEO you throw a toy on me…”

date: october 15th, 2017 time: 10:15pm location: tokyo, japan – hotel

the concert was finally over, and joonyoung was starving. fortunately, he packed a suitcase full of instant noodles. it wasn’t the most healthiest of choices, but he appreciated the convenience of the meal. he settled himself and a bowl of steaming noodles out on the terrace, relishing the cold tokyo night air. his roommate was fast asleep, and joonyoung didn’t want to disturb him as he slurped; he wasn’t the most eloquent of eaters. besides, he also wanted to work on building a mobile suit gundam figure he bought earlier.

the bright city lights illuminated joonyoung’s workspace. between eating and checking the instruction manual, because he was a perfectionist, he so cautiously snapped each piece of the gundam together. he was almost complete when he decided to take a breather, fingers aching from the constant tweaking. joonyoung pushed the chair back, then stood and walked to the balcony’s glass railing. he examined the gundam, double-checking what he built so far. and joonyoung hated to toot his own horn, but the collectible was looking good.

he raised the gundam’s plastic arm into the air, sword proudly aimed at the starry, navy backdrop. but then the worst thing happened; the sword plummeted. joonyoung reached for it, but the reality of how high he was hit him hard, and he staggered back, gasping for air. a fall from such heights could result in nothing but a fatal outcome.

he crawled to the edge, eyes wide and face pale. he didn’t expect to see anything, but the toy sword glimmered on the terrace below his. relief subdued the panic in his gut. he didn’t lose his sword, but it wasn’t exactly simple to recover. nevertheless, joonyoung made the voyage to the lower floor and stood in front of the room below his. he raised his fist, knuckles ghosting over the wooden door. he was nervous; he didn’t prepare himself for conversation but now he had no choice.

after a couple of quiet but firm knocks, the door opened, and joonyoung held his breath before exhaling in a rush, “a-ah, h-hey, i mean g-good evening! i-i-i dropped something in your balcony. i w-was w-wondering if you can get it for m-me?”

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It was incredible to Diana how amazing those young artists were. She was not that senior on K-Pop Industry, but she had been active for five years now, it’s more than enough to build a career and certain recognition. Japan always impressed her, how educated they were and how loved she felt in there. The Japanese fans always gave her an unbelievable love and support. Until now, Diana never promoted Japanese songs or Japanese versions of her songs, although, she was working on it, to learn Japanese decently and be able to promote a lot in that amazing country.

She was preparing herself to perform in 30 minutes. The last concert. That was the time she needed to warm up her voice. Symphonic sound came out from her mouth, exploring notes, high and low tones, she did what she wanted with her voice. All people on backstage always looked at her warming up, since her debut Diana always was pleased and recognized for her vocal skills and amazing voice, hearing it in live was even better.  

Diana always warm up drinking water and walking in circles while singing and checking in her mind the choreography. The heels make noise while she walked, it might bother some people, not her.

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( @fmdhanli​  — don’t cry anymore.

It was hard. Definitely hard. Have you ever felt like everybody is gossiping about you? Is staring at you? That’s how she felt. After all those rumors and scandals about Diana, she couldn’t feel good or be happy. Her ex-boyfriend almost destroyed her career and the reputation she created in Korea Music Industry. He posted and shared some private chats with Diana, and of course, media couldn’t forgive it. After some months, he appeared again, now, posting awkward photos of her. It happened years ago, although It doesn’t matter to celebrity gossip news. At this time, she was promoting Mind Your Own Business, a totally girl power song, encouraging girls to not suffer because of men, to be strong, but how funny life is, isn’t it?

There she was, on her backstage, almost ready to perform on another music show. Diana felt bad for the makeup artist who perfectly did her face, but she couldn’t hold her tears anymore. Why? Why with her? Why now? Why he did it? Maybe she was wrong? Or was he? Life was not going the way she wanted, the way she planned or the way she worked so hard for, life is a game. Loneliness became a casual friend of her, she constantly talked to herself looking at the mirror, feeling ashamed of her own image.

Sobbing a little louder than she should, Diana couldn’t hope but cry and left all her tension spread out. She hadn’t noticed any movement outside, nor heard any sound than her own crying.

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Whoa, is that DIANA SONG? I love her! She’s a SOLOIST, and she’s a ‘93 LINER! She’s one of my favorites under GOLD STAR MEDIA. Don’t you think she looks a little like SONG JIEUN?

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