Nice To Meet You

"Namjoon is it?... Where is this place?" She asked, as I slowly closed the door.
"Oh its my studio. I'm a musician." I said walking past her and on ward towards my computer chair.
"Ahh a musician..." She mubbled while glancing around the room at my collections and decor.
I twirled in my seat to better follow her movements with my eyes.
"So how long you been a ghost?"

She suddenly stopped...and turned towards me with a quick glance then gradually looked away forlornly, "I'm not really sure.... I can't keep track of time you see"...She turned away and continued, "What I can tell you is. I remember darkness and then light. After that images and you can probably figure out the rest".

"So you don't remember how you died?" I asked.
"I don't." She said bending down to look at some figurines on a lower shelf.
"Do you remember how you got here? Given your... umm..."
"My appearance?" She looked back at me with a smirk. "Don't worry I'm not offended. I get it and I'm American.... Well maybe...."
"Maybe?... I said curiously.
"Yeah. I mean I was in the United States....But it wasn't much later after not being able to talk to anyone. That I decided to see the world...."

"Well" I said in an encouraging manner as she had stopped talking.
"Well what about you?" she said plopping down on the couch directly in front of me.
"What about me?"
"You're a musican, right?So how much traveling have you done?"

I named of the various countries that I had been to...
"Hmm you must be quite popular with your fans? and the ability to go to so many places...."
"Do you know of my group, BTS?" I asked of her.
"Hmm, BTS? Can't say that I have. Maybe before I died. I may have but now I'm just lucky to remember my own name."

*** tap tap
We both looked towards the knock at the door.