Can you Sing for Me? (MiMo)

chapter 11 [1/2]

"Crapcrapcrap, I'll be dead, I'm going to die!"

Jeongyeon and Tzuyu rose from bed when Momo burst in. They approached the girl who looked distressed.

"What happened?" Tzuyu asked.

"I'mgoingtodieI'mgoingtodieI'mgoingtodiehewouldkillmeandwe'llloseourhopewe'llnevermakeittojypentertainment."

"Whoa, calm down dude, can you repeat in slow pace please, we're not Superman," Jeongyeon said.

"Slow down."

Momo took deep breath. "My father wants to visit."

"That's great," Jeongyeon said but then it hit her. "OH OH CRAP! YOUR FATHER WANTS TO MEET YOU!?"

Momo groaned. "That's what I'm saying!!!"

"But you're here, and he thinks you're in another school. That's big problem. We should do something!" Tzuyu said, hands on waist, thinking. "When will he come for visit?"

"This weekend," Momo said. She slumped on bed, palming face. "He'd be mad at me if he knows I'm lying and never enter the other school."

Tzuyu and Jeongyeon seated beside the distressed girl. "We have three days until weekend," Tzuyu said.

"What should we do?"

Jeongyeon pursed her lips. "I got an idea; ask Jinyoung. I think he can help us."

"It's the only way. We'll ask Jinyoung tomorrow, what do you think?"

Momo nodded at Tzuyu. "Thanks guys." Tzuyu and Jeongyeon patted her shoulders. She hoped the teacher would help them for she had no idea neither had courage to face her father.

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The next day, they went to meet Jinyoung before class. Jinyoung promised he would help since it was his idea they came to the Academy. Momo trusted the teacher and they left his office in relief.

"See, he will help us. Don't worry besides we have your back," Jeongyeon said. She took Momo's shoulder.

Momo smiled gratefully. "Thanks guys, really."

"Okay, now we better go to School of Theatre building," Tzuyu said.

Momo nodded and they headed for white building school. Today they had class together with School of Theatre fourth-year students for the first time. As soon as they entered the building they were amazed by ancient till modern statues. Nayeon who was waiting for them near stairs, together they headed to class.

Momo glanced over the class. She gave smile and wave at basket team boys they were students of School of Theatre and once again looked at the room. The class was three times bigger than usual class. It had stage at the front.

"Is all classrooms here like this?" she asked Nayeon.

"Yes, you'll see stage in every room here. Have you ever done drama class before?" Nayeon asked Haru.

"I heard this class is interesting and Mr. Hwang is funny."

"Mr. Hwang?" Momo asked. Before Nayeon could reply the door opened and a man with bowl hairstyle, dressing in unbelievable bright red suit walked in.

"That is Mr. Hwang?"

Nayeon nodded, pressing lips together. They stood up and bowed, greeting the teacher.

Momo sat back to her chair and watched as the teacher looked at them, clapping hands once, smiling brightly.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore, is winged Cupid painted blind. Good morning ladies and gentlemen. What a lovely day today, isn't it? A day without sunshine is like, you know, night."