"miss! Please wait!" I turned around sighing. I was tired as hell and wanted to go home. "yes?" "YOu were the one that played piano in there?" a short stocky man asked. "yes that was me." I said wishing the man would just get to the point. "Well. I want you to play for me." "excuse me?" "I'm sorry. I'm Mr.Lee. I want you to play piano to accompany Ahn Kangta." "wut?" I was given a card and ordered to call him tommorow. I was wondering what kind of crap this was and wondered if it was a cruel joke. I sighed and walked home. If you could call it a home. I worked in a bar where there are a lot of sick drunks. As you can tell I play the piano. Slow ballads. They represented my life. The next day I called him. Mr. Lee. It wasn't a joke. ************************************************************************** "HAENA!!!!! GET ME SOME COFFEE!!" I sighed and dragged myself to the coffee maker Poured a cup. One spoon of cream. Two spoons of sugar. Everyday it was the same. I slowly brought it over to a handsome tall man. Thousands of people loved him. I hated him. "Took you long enough." "I am sorry Mr. Ahn." He looked at me and sneered. He knew I couldn't quit. So he treated me like shit. I wondered how this guy could sing sweet love songs. He was anything but sweet. "This is cold." I was thinking and didn't hear him. "HELLO!!! THIS IS COLD!!" He threw his hand around not realizing the cup was in his hand. It splashed over me. It was scalding hot. I jumped and screamed. Red welts started to spring up over my sensitive skin. Some employees came out and cleaned up. I ran out and went to the restroom. I slowly wiped cold water over me. The burns didn't hurt that much anymore. But it made it so it was hard to walk. I wish I could quit. Truth was it was a good paying job. But no money was enough to be treated like a slave **ch.2** I slowly walked out of the restroom and went back to the room I was in before. To my surprise Kangta was nervously waiting at the door. What the hell? The lazy bastard never gets up. And he's never nervous. Whatever. I started to walk past him. "Wait." "Oh. I will get you more coffee right away sir." I said flatly. "No. not that." "Yes?" "Are you alright?" He said almost kindly What is up with this guy. He doesnt care about anyone. "Yes sir." "Good." His voice was back to being emotionless. "I need you to come on Sunday for an extra rehearsal." Of course. Extra rehearsals always meant a concert. "Yes sir." He went back to his 'special chair' that only him and me were allowed to touch. I cleaned it. "Oh. and I'll have that coffee now." Damn him. Doesn't even say sorry. I got him the coffee and sat down on my little rickety stool. I thought back to the first day I came for my job. "Hello Mr. Lee." "Ah. Hello Ms. Eun." "Well since I have already heard you play all you have to do is meet Mr. Ahn." "Hello Mr Lee." He passed by me without saying anything. "This is the piano player." "Yes." "Change the hair." "What?!?" I had grown my hair long ever since I was young. "Dye it dark blue/black. It needs to glint in the TV lights." "I don't want blue hair." "Well. That's too bad." I glared at him. I couldn't lose this job. This job gave me a home in the employee house. The house was large. Filled with workers that did jobs that Kangta was too lazy to do himself. "And cut it to a little below shoulder length." "WHAT!!" His cold glare looked at me. "Do. As. I. Say." I shrank back from that look. I couldn't quit. I needed the money to stay in music school. I needed the money for everyhing. "DAMMIT!!!" "pardon?" Oh I hadn't realized I had said it out loud. "I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to." "Oh." "I must go soon. Would you like to go through another song?" "Alrite." He slowly got up and then stood in front of the piano. I made my way to the piano painfully but quickly. I started to play the intro and I closed my eyes. I din't need the music. I listened to his voice. This is the reason fans love him. A single tear ran down my cheek. What kind of life is this? **ch.3** "Why are you crying?" "I'm not. Something got into my eye." He looked at me strangly. He knew I always played with my eyes closed. I hurredly packed my music. I started to slowly walk out. "Don't forget Sunday. Bring something to do. You arn't playing on some songs." "Yes sir." He seemed about to say more but then stopped. I took out money to use the pay phone to call my friend. "Here. Use this." He handed me his cell phone. Something must have happened to him. HE wouldn't be acting so freaky otherwise. "HeY Sunhae." "Hi *cough*" "are you ok?" "Of course! *cough cough*" "NO you're not. Are you going to school today like that?" "Yes! you need a ride!" "I'll hitch or get one from somewhere. Don't worry! Now sleep." I sighed. Walking was out of the question. The bus didn't stop anywhere near here. Taxi. But it would be expensive to go so far away. "I'll take you." Kangta. What the hell is wrong with him today. "No its ok sir. I'll manage. Thank you for letting me use your phone." I walked off. He grabbed my arm. My burned arm. "AHHHHHHHHHH" He jerked away in surprise. "Excuse me. That arm got burned." "How?" What a clueless dork. How. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to pour coffee over his arms and legs. I wanted... but i couldn't. "The coffee sir. Now i will be going." " I.Will. Give. You. A.Ride." He said stiffly. I wondered if Mr. Lee was foring to be kinder to me. I sighed and walked to his car. If he pulls any shit I'll just play badly at the concert. "When is the concert?" "What concert."