My friends and I are in a competition: "Who Can Write the Most Dramatic Drama". This means pregnancies, scandals, suicides, and overly dramatic scenes. It's going to be completely awesome. We're also going to feature our favorite Korean Pop stars, because we're dorks like that. Enjoy!
Sarah was going absolutely nuts. More than usual, I mean. I guess we were all a little frantic inside, but this was so important to Sarah. To clarify, me, Sarah, and Aimee were all sitting in a small airplane thirty-two thousand feet in the air, traveling literally across the globe.
"Oh my effing gawd," Sarah screeched, her eyes absolutely radiating excitement. She couldn't sit still in her seat, and I'm pretty sure the flight attendant was staring at her, but Sarah didn't seem to mind. Neither did Aimee or I.
"We're actually on our way," Aimee cried happily, fist pumping once in the air victoriously after she brushed her golden bangs from her eyes.
"I know!" I grinned cheerfully. "It feels like we've been waiting for this for years, huh?" The girls simultaneously agreed with me. Both of the girls sat on my right, so I was the lucky one who got the airplane window seat.
The reason my friends and I were so excited was because we were going on vacation. Sarah, Aimee, and I had been best friends since we were sixteen, all throughout junior and senior years of high school. Now, after graduating, we were taking advantage of our freedom by taking a vacation across the globe to the one place we all had been eyeing for years: Korea.
The reasons are odd and perhaps unexplainable, but sophomore year, Sarah had been absolutely entranced with Korean music. And it had traveled from there like a disease. Aimee had been infected next, and it wasn't long before her and Sarah were spouting off in Korean phrases and small conversations. It was entertaining, but I had no idea that I would catch 'yellow fever', as it had been dubbed, next. But soon, I fell under South Korea's trance. At first it was just the music: it was catchy and fun. But it was more than that. The culture and natural beauty of the country was fascinating. And the men. Oh, the men. They were brazen and playful, and I soon felt myself falling for attractive features of Asian men: they had soft, round faces, but well-built bodies, and stylish hair. The fashion was so fresh and urban, as compared to my small home-town in Louisiana.
So when high school had ended, all of us had turned our sights to our solitary objective: vacationing in South Korea. At first, it didn't seem like it would happen, as Aimee's parents were a bit hesitant: they hadn't really understood our fascination in the country. (Sarah's mom had long since accepted the fact, and my parents were encouraging of my interest.) But, finally, Aimee's parents surrendered and agreed, and we left on the soonest flight that we could schedule.
And here we were, all freaking out on a plane bound for the country we'd felt so much fondness towards. Aimee was a little drowsy, but she was peering over my shoulder, looking out the window at the vast ocean that spread far below us. Sarah, sitting on Aimee's other side, was twisting and leaning at her seat, creeping on a group of young Korean guys a few seats ahead of us. Without warning, she turned her head towards us.
"Wouldn't that be insane if b2st was on our plane?" Sarah whispered with crazy eyes.
"I think my ovaries would explode," Aimee laughed, looking like Sarah's conversation had woken her up a little.
I just kind of rolled my eyes and smirked at Sarah. "Didn't you say they're doing a tour near where we're staying? Do you think we can go to the concert?"
Thanks to Sarah's freakishly precise planning, not only were we flying over on a very cheap flight, but our temporary house was in a large town where Cube and SM Entertainment often held events and concerts: it was a perfect fit for the three of us.
"Yes, they're coming, and if we don't go to that concert I will find the highest cliff in South Korea and throw myself off of it," she said, her face completely serious. Aimee and I laughed.