Chapter 5

A phonecall comes on the way of Rita heading at one of the producing rooms. 'They came out of the conferance hall and saw the notice board. Rita was in team B along with Fangsu (the girl still hasn't talked with her), which means they are up for re-producing any song. So she is going to a produce room but in the middle of that, her phone cries out the heartbreaking lyrics of 'My Heart will Go on', a.k.a Rita's phones ringtone.

Her brows furrow as she pulls out the mobile from pocket. CEO?

Rita presses the green receiving button and steps in an empty produce room. 'Hello sir,' she locks up the door and checks out the room.

'Hi Rita! How is your mission going?'

And why do you sound so cheerful?

'We ll watched the last night's brodecast,' CEO continues to ramble, 'You were amazing as usual. Actually you were so good that I have now changed my mind.'

'What?' Rita says as she flips some Queen band's albums.

'Originally the plan was you not winning. Then it will raise our fame a lot, your identity would be safe under our wings.' Rita switches on teh computer. This thing really looks new, wow.

But after tonight, I've decided that you can fully demonstarte Suzy. So new plan: win the first place.'

'Really? I thought the new plan was the original one.' Rita shoves the albums aside so that she can sit with pen and paper. 'No, it wasn't. So what's the new mission they gave to you?'

Rita silently curses. Of course. It's the greedy and money hungry CEO. What else could she expect?

'They just gave us a task of re-producing, that's all.'

'Excellent! We have Robin hood free now, and he is dying to produce a song these days. We will pick one and robin would produce it in a jiffy. Then we will send the file in your phone, ok?'

'No.'

'No?'

'No. N.O' Rita inhales sharply. 'I don't need anyone's help.'

'Listen. This isn't the time for jokes. All you need to do is hide from everyone else during the work time. Once we finish it, you will submit the song right away.'

'I said I don't need help. I'll produce a song by myself. Don't contact me without further necessities ever again.' Rita cuts off the call and tosses the phone mindlessly.

Seriously, the production equipments were making Rita's mouth water. She had choosen a famous song from a recently debuted group. When Rita was a trainee, she always followed this group's activities. The formations, songs, performances, and dance?

Incredible, Rita would like to say.

When she had become suzy, Rita met the band (it consists of five boys), in an award show, She still remembers how all the band members gushed about her that night's performance (Rita had practised five hours per day for that stage, thank you very much) and there she was, stiffened and awkwardly smiling. After giving five autographs and a signed album, they parted ways.

Later that night, Rita sat on her car and cried. It hurt. It hurt so damn much because all these praises, gleeful smiles, sparkling eyes were not for herself. It was for Choi Suzy, the apple of everyone's eyes.

She was going to pretend like this and when Suzy will come back, she will farewell this world of lights, makeup, songs, fans and fade away like some cracked pieces of forgotten memories.

Rita shakes her head. This is totally not the time to have an emotional breakdown. She has a song to produce and submit.

Up until 1pm, Rita mixes and mixes the potential sounds and puts them in the song for testing. A few sounds sound really good, and Rita keeps those tracks in a file in the computer. She still hasn't gotten a proper track. A track which will perk people up at the first verse. Electricity will course through their veins in the second verse, and their chest will swirl with an unknown emotion at the last.

The bell rings, indicating their beak. Rita stands up and streches. Popping bones, she walks out of the room. There was already long streams of people marching towards the dining hall, some sweaty and some moving their limbs sluggishly, having been sitting in the chair for hours just like Rita.

She pulls up her hoodie on her head, not wanting to catch any attention. Like that, Rita makes her way across the dining hall. Picking up what seemed like a healthy, and, Rita might not want to add-very not idol like menu which consists of cabbages, mushrooms, broccoli, and all sorts of disgusting types of vegetables along with soup.

this dish has two chicken wings, two fish fingers, a swiss roll, a sneakers, a pack of protein biscuit and a chocolate drink. weird combination but as long as it's not the broccolis, who is Rita to complain?

With hooded eyes (literally) she scanned the inside. About 40-50 young people were eating already, laughing and chattering echoing, greetings were exchanged and some obvious side-eyes were given.

Assessing the people, Rita kept moving forward until she saw a familiar mop of brown hair. Instantly, her demeanor brightened. It was Jayjay!

[Ok, give the poor girl a break. She just slayed her last trainee evaluation, and this is a thing she deserves; even if the thing is being friends and flirting with a cute Japanese singer. that won't hurt. Nope]

"Hi!!" Jayjay almost chokes on his chicken when Rita's energetic voice appears. "Oops." She scratches her nape sheepishly. So much for flirting.

"Sorry for that. Can I sit here?" Rita asks. Though Jayjay is still breathing a little uneven from the previous shock, he nods while grabbing a tissue and wiping his chin.

"You had dance practice?" Rita interrogates as she sits and takes in his disheveled appearance. His hair was ruffled (in a cute way, obviously,) and clothes messed up, the hoodie was obviously worn at the last moment, judging from the way it has its insides out.

"Ahem, ah, yeah. Sorry about it. Um...yep." Jayjay goes to answer and stammers. Rita just shakes her head. Not wanting to embarrass the poor guy any further, she starts eating. Jayjay stays still for a minute before slowly resuming to destroy his half wings.

It was good, great, amazing; even, not before a cranky voice with a crankier attitude calls them out in a rude manner.

"Oi! Isn't that Choi Suzy?" and Rita knew who he was by the signature 'Oi'.

A certain singer uses this irritable ungodly crappy word in his every. single. song.

Kang Terry?