p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular',sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"She woke 3 hours later, phone on her stomach and the blanket twisted around her shoulders. She had been so tired last night that she didn't bother pulling the bed out; rather she just fell asleep on the sofa fully clothed. With 15 minutes to get ready, grabbed a leftover muesli bar for breakfast, quickly boiled some water to make coffee and threw on a pair of work slacks, a grey blouse, and her fake Timberlands./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"Emina would remember the story of the Timberlands forever. After months of complaining about how Timberlands were so expensive, her friends had banded together and bought a pair of 'fake' ones that bore a very slight resemblance to the brand shoes, and they stenciled on the Timberlands logo onto each shoe. The logo had since worn off from overuse, but it never failed to make Emina chuckle when she thought about it./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"To her delight, the cafeteria had free yoghurt and muesli tubs that were left over from a meeting, so breakfast was sorted for the day, as she dug into the berry goodness and started up her work computer. A couple of articles had come in overnight and Emina set about translating and uploading them to their new website. The follower count had exploded, showing over 5 million subscribed users and at over 8 million daily viewers. Once she translated the articles, she worked through the tweets BTS had posted over the last week and provided more translations, then continued subtitling the latest BTS 'RUN' Episode, number 24. It was hard work, constantly having to write "J-Hope screams" so much so she couldn't look at another zombie ever again without hearing the iconic screech./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"She broke for a late lunch, a simple beef teriyaki and noodle salad with fresh coffee, while she caught up on the latest episode of a drama she was hooked on. There were many errands to run that afternoon as a new employee, the first being that she needed to obtain her employee ID card. The plastic card of magic. It was required for entry to almost any room in the building unless it was previously unlocked, and was also used to clock in and out of work. That required going down to Human Resources and getting a photo taken, and waiting while it was being printed. While the card was being finalised, she happened to notice a booking sheet for the dance studio poking out of one of the employee's folders./span/p
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p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular',sans-serif;""Hey, are the studios available for hire?"/span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;""The smaller ones are, the biggest is reserved for idol practice only."/span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;""How can I book a time slot?" she asked./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;""You can book with us, or there is an online service" the attendant smiled, fetching the sheet and scanning it. "What time were you looking for?"/span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;""Afternoon's mostly. Hoping to start next week if possible."/spanspan style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;" /span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular',sans-serif;""The Baju studio is free most nights from 4pm until 10:30pm. That is when all employees must leave unless they have been cleared by security first. Shall I put you down?" the attendant was poised with a pen already, arching one perfectly sculpted eyebrow in her direction./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;""Yes. Can I get Monday and Thursday, from 6 until 9?" Emina asked, reaching for the new ID card that the second attendant held out to her. "Thank you."/span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"The attendant scribbled something down and handed her a form. "This is just a form about liabilities for breakages, excluding electrical or mechanical faults that were not caused by you. Sign at the bottom."/span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"Emina scrawled her signature and handed the form back, slipping the card on the lanyard into her pocket, and smiled at the attendant. Bowing, she thanked him and left, making her way down to the IT department to pick up a couple of packages organised for her. It turned out to be a top-of-the-line laptop with an incredible processing speed and capacity. Designed for video editing, Emina no longer had to worry about her computer freezing and shutting down randomly. The other package was a large 2TB hard drive, so she could transfer her work home easily. She thanked the department and went back to her office to set up her new device. /spanspan style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"Finding the online form for the studios, she realised that the Baju studio was free that evening, so she quickly snagged herself the spot in the room for 3 hours. She needed to work out how to run the tutorial, the best ways to explain each step, and to work a seven-member dance into a solo one. She finished off the day's work, leaving around 20 minutes of footage to continue subtitling later in the evening and rushed to the studio. She unlocked it with her ID and hurried inside, fumbling for the light switch./span/p
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p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular',sans-serif;"It was a small studio, with beige brick walls and a hardwood floor. Mirrors lined 3 of the walls, and there was a set of white lockers at the back. A speaker system was there, two large speakers in the front corners and a bass booster / fall-back in the middle. She plugged her phone in and chose a warm up song, shuffling her cardio playlist on Spotify. em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"Breaking All the Rules /emby MYXE and DVNNI blasted out and she jumped into a warmup routine, and it didn't take long for her heart to start pounding as she stretched, fully working out to avoid injury./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"She decided to work on Am I Wrong, as she had some ideas of a fast-paced pop routine. The next hour were spent fleshing out the idea, and she ended up with a breathtakingly fun dance that left her heart pounding. Her hair had come out from its sloppy bun and stuck to her face when she sculled her water bottle. It's been a while since she choreographed, or exercised in general, and it was showing./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"She propped her camera on the bench and took a quick video of the dance, providing a reference for if she forgot the routine in coming days. Lowering the volume, she played her music softly while eating a quick snack she smuggled into the building, some bean noodles from a takeaway place near her apartment./span/p
p class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt;"span style="font-family: 'Noto Sans KR Regular', sans-serif;"It was ten to 8 when she finished her impromptu dinner and began working on perfecting Not Today for the upcoming tutorial. As well as perfecting the dance, it also provided an opportunity to work out how she was going to explain each move in the tutorial. That meant that the filming should go as smoothly as possible. Concentrating hard on nailing the final chorus, she didn't hear the door to the studio open, nor did she see the three curious faces peer in./span/p