Soulmates

Performance

We finally got settled into our stylist's chairs, a makeup artist starting on tonight's look. A hairdresser would usually follow as soon as the makeup artist was done.

My stylists have been with me for years, so they already have this down pat. Elle, my hairstylist, starts straightening my hair. At the same time my makeup artist Samantha started my base face, evening out my skin tone and covering blemishes.

I'm wearing a tank top so I send a message to Hobi.

"Whatcha doing Hobi?"

I didn't even care about what we would talk about, I just wanted to know he was here. It was like emotional support almost, feeling his thoughts show up on my skin was extremely calming. I told him this and he said he would make sure to write a lot then.

Elle and Samantha immediately started grilling me on everything I knew about him. I was only answering them half heartedly, too focused on his words.

He had decided to narrate everything that was going on around him. Things like "my friend just broke the chair he was sitting in" and "we should not have let this kid do his own hair".

He made me laugh, and his friends seemed just as chaotic as mine. I would write back little comments like "I wanna see you with crazy hair" and "Sammy is about to draw my eyebrows on, pray for me".

Too soon it was time to change into my outfit. My arm was clean at this time, waiting on his response. I quickly scrawled "I have to get changed, arms are getting covered".

I was hoping the sleeves would be loose so I could pull them back easily. I didn't want to stop talking to him, I never did. No such luck though, the entire dress clung to me like saran wrap.

I went and met up with the other girls, we were all ready and now we were heading to the red carpet.

I was trying to message my soulmate while not messing up my outfit.

"This is a lot harder than I thought. My dress sleeves are angry at me for wanting to talk to you"

I write to him and then we pull up to the carpet. Cameras flash as we get out, and videos are being recorded. We walk in a line over to the podium on the carpet and pose for the photographers.

The mc asks us a few questions about our performance and then asks how our relationships are going. This was very common because of the soulmate thing. Irene talks about the wedding plans she's been working on and the other girls talk about their recent dates and then it's my turn.

"Well I just turned 18 so I have just recently been communicating to my soulmate, he's very kind and sweet and I like him a lot." I stay vague and finish with a smile. The mc nods along and then dismisses us to our seats.

We sit down and watch the red carpet interviews on the screens. BTS is next and they're asked the same type of questions. Jungkook had an answer similar to mine, he had just started talking to his. J-Hope was the one that surprised me, he had also just started talking to his soulmate. She had just turned 18, which meant he had waited like 3 years to talk to his soulmate. I would hate that, doubting if you even had a soulmate until one day they showed up. I hope she was a good one for him.

They enter and a few more groups pose while we wait for the show to start. I feel a message being written on my arm and I smile at it.

"This event is boring"

"So is mine and it hasn't even started"

"Really? Mine too! Let's ditch"

I laugh at his message, a little too loudly apparently, because a few idols at the tables around us turn. I stand up and bow to them, apologizing for interrupting, my sleeve still up from reading the messages. I see a few BTS members with wide eyes, gosh I wasn't that loud.

I sit back down and write back one word.

"Please?"

I smile as I think about him, but the show starts before he has the chance to write back. I watch as the rookies start performing, some of them are actually really good.

It's just about our turn to go, and we start getting ready to head to our dressing rooms. I feel the message scrwling itself on my leg right above my ankle, as I walk past various tables heading backstage.

We arrive in our dressing room and change before heading to the wings of the stage, watching nct finish their performance. The stage goes black and they run off as we take our spot. The last thing I see before the stage lights focus on me are the small words "good luck" printed cutely right above my white sneaker. I knew people were going to see it because the camera focuses on our legs at the beginning, but I didn't care.