Ballroom

@(C) Kim Taeyeon An invitation to attend this visually impaired art exhibit was sent to his house a week ago. He had his butler read the contents, and Yifan became totally ecstatic on attending the said event because of the good line of artists who participated in the show. Perhaps, he was a little early in the event as he noticed how he could only hear several footsteps clucking against the tiled floor. His hand reached up to touch the masterpiece, and a quick smile adorned on his lips as he tried to visualize what the art wanted to symbolize. He could feel under his touch how the had varying definition on the canvass. It must have wanted to interpret different shades of something -- perhaps, life or any thing in particular. His imagination was cut short when he heard a voice beside him. Yifan didn't reply right away in case he wasn't the one being talked to, but seeing the lack of another voice to accommodate the woman's comment, he figured that it must be him whom she was talking to. "I don't know if it really looks beautiful as what you've said... but I certainly did feel how beautiful it must be. The technique, , texture, and whatnot did seem to be balanced." He answered as he adjusted his black wayfarer.

@(S) Wu Yifan It was a rented ballroom to celebrate this generation's finest and most respectable artists. A gallery walk upholding extravagant masterpieces up the white walls, tables were covered in fine silk linen matching with the chairs as well, all had been coordinately placed throughout the room. Taeyeon, a simple college student with an artistic mind, could not help but simply admire the artwork laid out before her very eyes. The painting was graced with the light just above its framing, shining down on the radiant colors that made up an abstract of life. Only a few would get the meaning, but many held different interpretations. It was magnificent, she thought. About how the colors laid one after the other, and they all represented life. "Beautiful, is it not? Just how breathtaking this is. The colors, the lightness, the heaviness, all well balanced to perfection." She whispered to the man standing nearby.

@(P) Mark Tuan Mark Tuan, was the rapper that all of the entertainment companies were dying to work for. His outfit looked just right and he looked really classy in his suit. Heechul himself was a big fan of him, to be honest. He was looking forward to meeting with him for a long time. Running into him in here was a pleasant coincidence. ''Please there is no need to introduce yourself. Is there anyone who doesn't know who you are? Mark Tuan the greatest rapper.'' He said while chuckling. ''But for real though I really love your works.'' It would be great if he starts working with Mega Entertainment. Just a few days ago they were talking with the co-CEO of the company about it. Just as he was lost in his thoughts the question that the rapper asked brought him back to the earth. Putting on a sincere smile on his face ''Oh! I came here alone. You can say that I'm a loner.''

@(C) Kim Heechul I looked up from the glass to see the a man walking up to me. He was confident, walked with a swagger like walk yet his offit really set him off, flower patterned suit combined with red shoes, usually something someone normal wouldnt wear. Yet I never hung out with anyone normal. I smiled at held out a hand. “Nice to meet you” I said shaking his hand “My name is Mark Tuan, rapper”. I looked at him. He really was the famous Heechul, surprising since I wouldn't see him coming and talking to me.
I looked at him amazed. He was new, he was fresh, made me want him as my manager, but of course their company was already big. They didn't need me. “So tell me, who are your guests?” I ask as i look around.


(sorry so much replies i die XC)

@(P) Mark Tuan It was a pleasant evening. It was almost summer yet the weather was a little bit chilly. He pulled over his car near to the building where the party will be held. He got out of the car and fixed his jacket. The valet walks up to him immediately. After throwing his car keys to the valet he started to walk towards the building. There were some paparazzi out of the building he just gave them a little smile before passing by not saying anything.
He entered the big dashing ballroom.

It wasn't that crowded yet. So he thought that it would be better if he bought a drink first. He approached the bar section and ordered a Butterscotch Martini. As he was waiting for his drink he saw one of is acquaintances right next to him. He was a renowned tv host in Korea. They were friends since Heechul was a K-pop idol. He greeted his friend but rolled his eyes to the first thing his friend said. "Heechul-ah. You may be the CEO of the one of the biggest entertainment company in Korea. Still, you look ridiculous with that suit." Heechul gave his friend a deadly look as he took a sip from his drink. He looked at his own flower patterned suit combined with red shoes. His style might be unique but he loved it. "You should look at your own style. You look boring and regular." Heechul said. His friend chuckled at his words just before his phone rang. He answered his phone after a few minutes he hung up. "I need to go Heechul-ah. See you around." Heechul waved at his friend a goodbye and turned back to his chair.

At the other side of the room, he saw a familiar face. Mark Tuan the famous rapper that people go crazy about. They didn't meet personally yet so Heechul thought that now is the best time for it. He grabbed his drink and walked towards the rapper. "Hello. It's nice to see you here Mark-sshi. I'm Kim Heechul the CEO of the MEGA Entertainment and I must say that I am a fan of your works."

(No worries and I'm also sorry for my late reply.//)

@(C) Kim Heechul I looked around as I enter the ballroom. It had a gold diamond chandelier, white crystal tiles for a floor, great big stone pillars, flowers on every glass table, people on every table. The bar filled people, some drunk and some not. I looked at the people, all stars, some Kpop idols, some international from America all the way to mumbai. I strolled in, one girl on my arm, one girl holding my hand, my rich black suit looking sharp, my tie without a cress and my Italian leather shoes screaming expensive (ex: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/af/cf/44/afcf44b596af224858898a0d04691cbf.jpg)

This was the party to be, since everyone was celebrating New Years here, and only the richest of the most famous came. I received a hello every five seconds from someone who knew my name. For I was Mark Tuan richest rapper, the most known from all the world. I was originally from Korea, where I debuted then USA wanted me since they listened to my perfect English songs, then Brazil for my dancing, then India for my singing, Britain for all the skills, and well rest of the world wanted a piece of me. I was known yet in my mind, I wasn't sure if I was happy. I had everything but I had nothing to work for. I was always tired and busy after sleeping 4 hours each day, and to be honest I wanted excitement.

"Go and get yourself some food" I told the two side girls as I walked to the bathroom . They nodded and I started walking away, don't get me wrong though I was single, I just wanted to enter a party with as much confidence as I could have. I went to the bathroom and started to walk back to an empty table when the bar caught my attention. Glass counter, purple lights from its walls, black leather barstools and it had 2 empty seats. I sat down on one of them smiling and gesturing the bartender over. "A on the beach please" I say smiling.


(Sorry I was late to respond TT)