Halfway Around the World
Ever since the completion of their newest album two weeks' prior, the six members of B.A.P had been watching their touring schedule with baited breaths, waiting to book a part of their tour in the capital of the world: America. After releasing two albums and working night and day on their choreography, they were finally being rewarded for all their hard work. Now it was happening. They were going to the land of opportunity — the place of every K-pop idol's dream. They were going to America.
Bang Yongguk couldn't help smiling as he called Himchan, Daehyun, Youngjae, Jongup, and Zelo into the living room. They all sat down, expectantly nervous since they probably thought that dance practice was going to resume again despite the fact that they had just finished a five-hour session.
"What's up, Yongguk?" Himchan asked.
"Are we in trouble?" Zelo asked.
Yongguk laughed. "Not even close." He leaned toward the group and lowered his voice. "Guess what?"
Now the group looked excited. They leaned closer.
"What?" Daehyun asked.
"We're going to America," Yongguk said.
The looks on his team's faces were just as he had expected. Right away, Zelo jumped up with a huge smile, repeating, "We're going to America!" as he started dancing. Soon Daehyun was up also, dancing next to Zelo and singing the chorus to "Warrior." Moments later, everyone else was on their feet in a celebratory dance which shook the ground and rattled the walls as they bellowed the lyrics to "Warrior" alongside Daehyun. They sang two more songs before exhaustion finally overtook the group and they crashed to the ground, still laughing and excited.
"So when do we leave?" Jongup asked.
Yongguk's smile faltered for a moment. "Well, that's the bad news, guys. We're leaving tonight."
Daehyun, Jongup, Youngjae, and Himchan froze as though paused by a television remote. Zelo, who was on his feet and dancing again, looked at Yongguk in horror, banged his leg against the side of the couch, and crashed to the floor. No one even checked to see if he was okay. "WHAT?!" they all shouted.
"Tonight?" Youngjae sputtered, having been right in the middle of a drink off his water bottle and spraying the rest of group as a result.
Himchan was on Youngjae in an instant, pinning him to the ground as payback for soaking the entire team. "What time do we need to be at the airport?" Himchan asked.
"We've got to be there at seven. Plane leaves at eight," Yongguk said. He looked over at Himchan and saw that he was performing some quick calculations in his head.
"That only gives us six hours to get ready!" Himchan said, letting Youngjae up after knocking his head a few times. "We need to shower and pack and then get our makeup and hair done, which takes three hours at least. Well," he corrected, "it'll take you guys three hours. It'll only take me one hour or so since there's not much makeup artists can do to improve this perfect face." Himchan took the pose of a model, then relaxed and continued. "We'll also need . . . "
"The flight's pretty long, Himchan," Yongguk reminded him before he could continue any longer about his appearance. "We can get our hair and makeup done then."
"We still need to pack," Jongup said.
"And shower," Daehyun said. "Thanks for the spray, Youngjae."
"Hey, I made you guys smell better!" Youngjae said. "Five hours on the dance floor certainly doesn't improve your odor!"
"I just hope our manager gets everything important," Zelo said.
"Like our mics," Jongup said.
"And concert clothes," Himchan said.
"And makeup," Youngjae said.
"And reservations for the hotel we're staying at," Yongguk said.
"And food," Daehyun said.
They all looked at him.
"What?" Daehyun said defensively. "Food's delicious and awesome!"
"Food's your one true love," Youngjae snorted, getting him a hit from Daehyun.
"But wow, think about how much our manager does for us," Zelo said. "I'm glad I'm not the manager."
"Come on, we do our part," Himchan said. "We practice all day."
"And all night," Youngjae groaned.
"But it's worth it, right, guys?" Jongup breathed. "We're finally going to America."
The excitement was back, but as the six of them were all too tired to get up and dance again, they satisfied themselves by taking a cue from Zelo and bouncing up and down on the floor.
"We're going to America, all right," Yongguk said. "We're the best. Because we are . . . " he began.
"B.A.P, yes, sir!" everyone finished.
