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After 2 Weeks
Y/n's POV
I rose from my bed, urgency surging through me as I immediately opened my laptop and launched Gmail. Scanning for any new emails from entertainment companies, there was nothing. Not a single sign. I decided to hold out for another week.
After Another Week
I fired up my computer again, nerves on edge, and navigated to Gmail. I checked, but there was no mail from any entertainment company. Disappointment sank in. It wasn't my first rodeo; it was my third rejection. A deep sigh escaped me; all my hopes, even the tiniest ones, shattered into pieces after this third rejection.
"Did you get selected?" my father asked, hopeful. I shook my head, a silent 'No.'
A/n: Everybody say N.O
Y/n: death glares at A/n
A/n: Sorry, I will continue the story.
My dad sighed, offering a comforting pat on my back. I sighed again and retreated to my room, lying on my bed, attempting to contain the tears. Rejection hurts, a lot. It stings when you can't pinpoint your mistakes, not knowing where you went wrong.
First, I thought it might be my vocals, so I practiced relentlessly. The second time, I focused on my dance, promising a simpler routine next time. Now, having given my best in both vocals and dance, I still faced rejection, unable to discern my errors this time.
"Is everything okay?" my sister inquired. I nodded, forcing a smile.
"It's okay, I know you got rejected," she said, patting me. Tears flowed freely; I couldn't hold back any longer. Devastation consumed me, and while my fate seemed cruel, at least I had my sister there to hug me, finding comfort in sibling solace.
I sighed, scrolling through Instagram at night, trying to distract my mind. Suddenly, a message popped up. It was from my online friend, a foreigner I'd shared everything with.
The Chat
F/n: hey
Y/n: Hi buddy, what's up?
F/n: I've got big news, very good news
Y/n: what is it?
F/n: I.....
Y/n: you?
F/n: I got.....
Y/n: don't keep it a suspense, girl
F/n: Okay, I got selected as a K-POP trainee in Cube Entertainment
Y/n: WHAT?
F/n: Yeah, they selected me. I'm on cloud 9 now.
Y/n: CONGRATULATIONS
F/n: Thanks, wbu? Did you get selected?
Y/n: Nah, I think I still need to improve.
F/n: It's fine, you will surely get selected one day.
Y/n: Yeah, I hope the same.
F/n: Hey, I gotta go, my family arranged a small family party for my selection.
Y/n: Oh yeah, sure, enjoy.
F/n: Thanks. Y/n read
Y/n's POV
She got selected, and here I am. I felt a mix of jealousy and irritation. Jealous because she made it, and irritated because my mom will probably mock me for at least a week. I chose this path against her advice, and now I have no choice but to face the consequences.
Life sucks.
Why didn't I get selected? Am I still not enough?
Are my talents insufficient?
Am I ugly, or does my dance still suck?
Are my vocals bad?
Am I not talented?
I WISH I WAS TAEHYUNG, or at least any BTS member. Maybe then, I would have gotten selected.
To be Continued
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