The "Something" Series: Season 3

Yeah, Something Like That: A Jamie Monologue.

I could see the utter panic in Shawn’s face. In Skylar’s face. In Grace’s face. The air was dense as if it was the middle of a hot, humid summer here in Korea. I tried to not give away the fact that I was also panicking standing at the doorway of Shawn and Skylar’s rented apartment for the time being. I tried to not stare at Grace whenever my eyes wandered around the room, but I couldn’t help myself. The last time I saw her this close-up was back in California, after our last meeting on the Santa Monica Boardwalk. We argued until the sun came up before going back to Korea the following week. She doesn’t feel like the same person I saw performing on stage all those weeks ago. She doesn’t even feel like the person I left behind in California.

“Babe,” Skylar finally said to Shawn. She was trying her hardest to force a smile on her face. I don’t blame her; this wasn’t supposed to happen tonight. “Can I talk to you for a quick second in the kitchen; now?” Shawn swallowed hard before walking away from me to follow Skylar into the kitchen. I didn’t move from where I was standing, nor did I say anything to Grace or to the man who was sitting next to her. Shawn mentioned that Grace moved on.., is this the guy she’s dating now? Who is he? Did he follow her here for work? I snapped back to reality when I saw the man shift in his seat to stand up and face me. Grace watched his every single move.

“Uhm, uh,” the guy began to say, clearly not knowing what to do or say in this situation. Does he know that I’m Grace’s ex? Is he about to play the new, protective boyfriend role? I know I did when Grace’s ex would come around with little be– with Grace’s daughter. “Annyeong, uhm,” he continued, bowing in place. He kept looking at Grace, but she refused to turn around and face me completely. I can only see the left side of her face, and her face is bright red looking at this man.

“My name is Sahim,” the guy slowly introduced himself, pointing at himself. “That is Grace,” he said as he pointed at Grace. She quickly turned her head to look at me. It didn’t last long; as expected. The guy, Sahim, looked nervous speaking to me. In a way, I kind of felt sorry for the man. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know much Korean.”

“Good thing I speak English then,” I said, nonchalantly in my best English-speaking voice. “It’s nice to meet you both; I’m Jamie,” I said back, realizing early on that Sahim has no idea who I am if he’s introducing Grace to me. Sahim took a deep breath of relief before he said anything further.

“Take a seat, man,” Sahim said invitingly. My eyes went straight to Grace, who quickly got up from her seat and faced Sahim.

“I should go and see what’s holding up Skylar and Shawn,” Grace said to Sahim. She walked into the kitchen area, never looking back toward my direction. I slowly walked into the living room area and sat in the seat across from Sahim. It seems like the three of them were in the middle of a game night.

“So do you also live in the U.S.?” Sahim asked.

“No,” I simply answered. “I live in Korea.”

“Oh,” Sahim reacted, still looking a little nervous. “I thought because since you know Shawn and Skylar, and they live in the U.S.” Is that his logic for asking me if I live in America? “You also speak English pretty well.”

“Thank you,” I politely said, not trying to be too hard on a man that has no idea who I was. It says more about Grace than it does about him. “Are you in Korea on vacation or something?”

“Nah; for work,” Sahim answered. I cocked an eyebrow up. Work? “I’m working on a production here; Grace, Skylar’s cousin, is also here for work as part of the production.”

“Oh, are you a dan– uhm, an actor?” I asked, trying to not give anything away. I’m not supposed to know Grace; remember that, Jamie.

“No, no,” Sahim laughed as he answered. “I work in the tech crew of a dance production. Grace is actually one of the dancers in it.” I couldn’t help but fixate on every time he mentioned her name and the way he would say it like they’d known each other for years or something. He said her name like a teenage boy whipped over his first love. I only know that because, well, I feel like I spoke about Grace in the same cadence as he does.

“Are you enjoying Korea so far?” I asked, trying to get off the topic of Grace.

“It’s a beautiful place,” Sahim answered. “We’re here for the next year, so I’m trying to learn more about the culture. Oh, and the language; I’m definitely looking forward to learning more of the language to communicate better.”

“Yeah,” I simply said just to fill the empty space in the room. “Korea is mainly a Korean-speaking country as a whole. Seoul is the city where you’ll find the most English-speaking people; Ulsan not so much.”

“I’ve definitely learned that the hard way,” Sahim mentioned before awkwardly laughing. “Thankfully, Grace is pretty fluent in Korean. She’s usually our translator whenever we all go out after work.” I nodded my head, needing to get out of this conversation before I made it obvious that I already had opinions about this man. It wasn’t fair to him, though; he is just another man tanged in the web that is Grace Ashmore. So why am I so bothered by the way he speaks about her so… freely?

“Excuse me, Sahim,” I said as I began to get up from my seat. “I’m going to go check on Shawn and Skylar and see if everything is alright.” Sahim nodded his head as I quickly turned around to walk toward the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen in the middle of the conversation between Shawn, Skylar, and Grace. They all looked at me as I entered and quickly got quiet. Skylar is the first one to change her expression on her face. She tries to smile, and I respect her for trying to at least be cordial, but I know that Shawn is going to be in big trouble once they are left alone tonight.

“Jamie,” Skylar began to say. “I’m so sorry for the confusion about the night. Shawn and I should’ve communicated our plans better.” She looked at Shawn, who nervously grabbed the back of his neck.

“No, no; it’s really my fault,” I said to Skylar. I tried so hard to not look at Grace standing next to her cousin near the counter. My eyes couldn’t help but glance over at Grace. Surprisingly, her eyes were already on me when I looked at her. She starts to walk away from the three of us in the kitchen, not saying a word. “I should’ve assumed that you wanted to spend time with your family before you and Shawn left for Seoul.”

“Yeah, I did,” Skylar pointed out. “Not to be rude, but when I realized our time here was being cut short, I wasn’t thinking about being cordial with you. My cousin means more to me.”

“That’s completely understandable,” I stated. “I just wanted to be cordial for the sake of Shawn, who is more of a brother than a friend to me.” I looked over at Shawn, who still looked pale in the face. “I know how much this meant to him, and how much you mean to him.” Skylar’s face softened after my response. She said nothing else; it was Shawn who broke the silence in the kitchen.

“Jamie and I will go out for food and drinks,” Shawn compromised. “You should spend time with your cousin before we leave for Seoul.”

“I’m okay with that,” I said back, looking at Skylar. “I hope that we can have a proper sit down one of these days; possibly on a day that my girlfriend is not working.” What was I gaining by mentioning Haram to my ex-girlfriend’s cousin? Was I trying to prove to her that this little mishap wasn’t affecting me? Doesn’t it make it obvious that it is if I’m mentioning my girlfriend in this situation? Shawn quickly walked over to Skylar and kissed her on the cheek.

“I’ll be back by midnight, babe,” Shawn said to Skylar.

“Be safe,” Skylar said to Shawn, not looking at me. She walks out of the kitchen, leaving Shawn and I there. We both walk out of the kitchen and back to the living room so that we are able to leave the apartment.

By the time we got into the living room, Skylar was sitting down at the table with Sahim and Grace, shuffling cards. I looked at Shawn, who tries to find the words to say without adrupting leaving the apartment.

“We hope you guys have a good game night,” Shawn finally said, walking toward the front door. “Jamie and I are going to go out.”

“You’re not staying?” Sahim asked, looking at Shawn and me Shawn nervously smiled and laughed, not really knowing how to respond.

“We’re meeting up with a couple of our childhood friends,” I said, lying through my teeth to save Shawn.

“Yeah, something like that,” Shawn added. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. “It was nice seeing you guys; have a fun night!” Shawn opened the front door and walked out. I politely smiled. “It was good seeing you, Skylar.” I looked over at Sahim first. “It was nice meeting you, Sahim.” I looked at Grace; she hadn’t turned around since starting the card game. “You too, Grace.” She quickly turned around and nodded her head, following with a fake smile on her face. If this is what you want, then sure. I walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind me.

Black Sheep in Society: Season 2

Black, Black, Bookstore Sheep: A Rosie Monologue.

I do not miss being back on this campus; yet alone behind this cash register at the bookstore.

I walked into the bookstore and clocked in for the day. Natasha already is behind the counter, setting up inventory on our downtime.

“Hey, Rosie,” Natasha said before she continued stocking up the shelves. “Excited to be back?”

“Excited isn’t the word,” I said, dropping my bookbag and coat underneath our counter. “But anything beats going back home for the break.”

“I mean, that’s why you go away for college,” Natasha mentioned. “To get away from your home.” I nodded, sighing as I looked at the time on the clock. Time to open this damn store up.

“Well besides being back, I went and saw your performance at the lounge the other day for welcome week. You killed it up there,” I said, trying to change the subject. Natasha smiled at me before saying anything.

“Thanks, girl. It’s been a rough couple of weeks after Rodney and I broke up.” I nodded my head, understanding that the poem she read at the showcase the other night was very much about him. Why are all guys literal dogs? Not even; dogs actually give you unconditional love.

“You’re better off without him,” I added, looking down at my phone after feeling it vibrate in my pocket. Another text from Prescott.

“How are you and Prescott doing?” Natasha asked. I looked up and put my phone back in my pocket.

“We’re good; I went to his place after the showcase,” I recalled as I grabbed a couple of sweatshirts to fold for our store display. “Spent the weekend at his place and shit.” It was true; I did go to Prescott’s place after Natasha’s performance… well after seeing a bit of Micah’s stupid performance while I waited for Prescott to pick me up. Prescott noticed something was off with me that night even after trying to convince him I was fine. I was fine when I wasn’t on the same campus with the biggest asshole ever.

“Will be here on campus picking you up more now that you guys are on good terms?” Natasha asked. I looked at Natasha, annoyed at where this conversation was going. Natasha knew that Prescott weren’t ever officially together, but she made it apparent that to her, Prescott and I being on good terms meant that I wasn’t complaining about what I was to Prescott.

“Yeah,” I simply said, avoiding Natasha as much as possible. Thankfully, our store manager, Nicolette, comes out from the back and walks toward Natasha and I.

“Good Morning, ladies,” Nicolette greeted. “For today, I’m going to have Natasha upstairs to deal with the book shipment that’s coming in a few. Rosie, you’ll be at the register until Tyler comes in at 12.” Just my fucking luck. Nicolette turns around toward the staircase leading upstairs. Natasha stuck her tongue out at me as she followed our manager. Little bitch.

I sighed and started to organize the inventory in between ringing the customers up. That’s really the one good thing about working register; the time passes faster if you throw yourself into a task that takes up most of your shift. Of course, it’s not always that easy; especially when you see the one person you want nothing to do with.

Micah Kamalani.

He walked into the bookstore, not looking at who was at the counter like he usually does. He just walked to the back and upstairs to where the textbooks were. Maybe it’s best that I work down here for the day… until—

It’s not too long before I see Micah come back downstairs with a pile of books in his hands. Ringing the people in front of him was making me nervous; I felt like I was going to puke the cold brew I had this morning. He’s just another student, Rosie. Fuck that dude.

Micah finally walked up to the register and placed his books on the counter. He didn’t say anything, which wasn’t like him at all. No snarky remarks? No banter that seemed like it was written for a mediocre coming-of-age love story?

“Are you renting any of these books?” I asked, scanning the books to the register.

“No,” Micah said. “Purchasing.” I didn’t say anything back; I continued to scan the books. I didn’t want to be the first to bring up the showcase the other night. He knew I was there and I knew he was there, obviously. I’m just surprised that he hasn’t said anything to get under my skin… yet.

“Your total is $357,” I said to Micah. He took his card out of his wallet and swiped it across the pin pad. I watched him as I bagged his books up; something was definitely wrong with Micah. Did he get some life-changing news or something? Someone died? Kalia left him or something? Even Kalia wouldn’t make him feel and look so–

“My books?” Micah called out. I snapped back to reality, seeing the receipt come out of the machine. I ripped it out, placing it into the bag. I handed Micah the bag of books. “Thanks.”

“Have a good one,” I said, trying to upkeep my customer service gig despite not wanting to for Micah. Micah didn’t say anything, he simply nodded and began to walk away. “You’re gonna need it.”

“What was that?” Micah stopped and said, looking back at me. Did I really fucking say that shit out loud? “Bitches need to mind their own business.”

“Bitches?” I spat back, angry that he would even call me a bitch in the first place. “The only one acting like a bitch is you.”

“I suggest you shut the fuck up before someone makes a complaint and you’re out of a job,” Micah said, leaning into the counter.

“I suggest you back the fuck up before ‘this bitch’ calls Public Safety on your ass,” I spat back, looking at Micah straight in the eyes. He doesn’t say anything back to me right away. “Have a good one.” Micah rolls his eyes and steps away from the counter, walking toward the front of the store.

“Tell Prescott he needs to control his girl, or whatever you guys are,” Micah snapped back as he left the store. That asshole is lucky I’m at work. I sighed and called the next customer up front.

“Are you looking to rent or buy these books?” I asked the customer in front of me, looking out the storefront as Micah walked away.

The "Something" Series: Season 3

“Something We’ll Laugh About… In a Couple of Years”: A Grace Monologue.

“Do you guys know how to play Backgammon?” Shaim asked Skylar and me. Skylar took a sip from her drink and looked at me.

“Maybe we can teach her before Shawn gets here,” I answered Sahim, looking over at Skylar to confirm. “Right, Sky?”

“Girl, I don’t even know if I’m able to teach Shawn this ancient board game,” Skylar said before getting up from her spot. “We’re playing UNO; sorry Sahim.”

“It’s all good,” Sahim said as he laughed. I was glad Sahim didn’t take Skylar’s comment personally and that he had a basic understanding of the type of personality she had. “Just know that I get busy in a game of UNO.”

“You must not know us Ashmore women well; we are competitive as fuck,” Skylar mentioned as she walked back to the table with the deck of UNO cards. “We also don’t play the made-up rules everyone swears by; we play by the book.” Skylar slammed the deck on the table in front of us; I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Just so you know, Sky was the UNO champion at her middle school,” I mentioned to Sahim. “She talks big game when it comes to UNO.”

“That’s right,” Skylar added. “So don’t let Grace distract you when I’m whipping both of y’all in this game.”

“Grace isn’t a distraction for me,” Sahim responded back. “She’s an inspiration.” I looked at him, slightly getting red in the face. He randomly placed his hand on my head before he spoke again. “If I just hold her head like this like a crystal ball, I’m for sure winning this game.” I swatted his hand away from my head, laughing along with him and Skylar.

“Man, that was good,” Skylar said as she tried to control her laughter. “Grace, come in the kitchen and help me get some of these snacks out here.”

“I’ll shuffle the cards unless Skylar has a shuffling superstition or something,” Sahim teased. I laughed as Skylar playfully rolled her eyes.

“Shuffle the cards, Joker, since you think you got jokes,” Skylar teased back. In the weeks that Skylar has been here, she has gotten to know Sahim better. He’s definitely opened up some more around her, which is a relief considering Skylar can be… intimidating at first. It’s kind of like getting the approval of your sister; instead, it’s Skylar.

We walked into the kitchen area of the place Skylar and Shawn were staying in. It was a cute Air BnB; much nicer than the hotel the production had us living in for the next year.

“So, where’s Shawn?” I asked, leaning on the counter as Skylar put platters of different snacks together. “Is he joining us tonight?”

“He should be,” Skylar said, not really adding more to her answer. “He said he was going to be back once he finalized everything for this weekend’s flight to Seoul.”

“You’re excited?” I asked, trying to get all negative thoughts out of my mind by focusing on Sky. I always had this weird feeling that Sahwn only tolerated me because I was Skylar’s cousin, but I felt like he avoided me as much as possible throughout their whole trip here. I wish I was able to be as comfortable around Shawn as Sky is with Sahim.

“A little bit,” Skylar answered shyly. “I’m mostly nervous since it’s just going to be me around his family in his hometown.” She looked up at me. “You wanna come and be my wingwoman?”

“Sky, I’m here for work; not pleasure,” I answered, helping Skyalr sort the snacks. “You know if my schedule wasn’t so packed, I would’ve come and spent a week with you for support.”

“I know,” Skylar agreed. “I hope his family likes me. God, what the fuck are they going to think of him: a native, Korean man, bringing home an American girl?” I understood where Skylar was coming from. I slightly felt that same pressure when Max and I were dating, let alone expecting Willow. But I know that this was different. It was different. It felt different when I met Jamie’s sisters back in New York.

“If their son is happy, then they should be happy for him,” I reassured Skylar. I knew that Shawn was the perfect man for Skylar. Since they started living together back in America, Skylar has seemed like she was maturing. She made more sense in the advice she gave, and the actions that she made, and she genuinely seemed so happy being with him. I know she’s going to end up marrying him if he ever proposes to her.

“But I’m the reason that their son doesn’t live here anymore. They are going to think I took their son away from them or something,” Skylar mentioned.

“Regardless, mothers and sisters are going to think that, especially if they are very family-orientated and traditional. But, every family is different. You don’t know what they will think of you until you finally meet them in person. And you even being here to do so shows a lot about your character and the amount of love you have for Shawn.” I could see Skylar holding back anxious tears by taking a deep breath in. She pushes it out before she looks at me again. I smiled at her; I truly wanted the best for Skylar. She fucking deserved it.

“Before this gets all mushy and shit, let’s get back out there so I can whoop some UNO ass,” Skylar said, taking the snack platters and walking towards the living room area. That’s my girl.

We entered the living room where Sahim was sitting. He had shuffled the cards and distributed them into three piles.

“About time you two got out here,” Sahim teased. I smiled at Sahim as I went to sit down at the table. Skylar placed the snacks on the table and immediately picked up her deck of cards.

“I’m about to whip y’all A–” Skylar said as a knock on the front door was heard.

“Who else is coming tonight?” I asked. Skylar got up from her seat and walked toward the front door.

“That’s probably Shawn, he’s always forgetting to take the damn key whenever he goes out,” Skylar said as she opened the door. “Shawn?”

“Hey babe,” I hear Shawn’s voice said. “If you don’t mind, I–“

“Shawn!” Skylar said out loud, not sounding excited or happy to see him. I turned around from my seat to face the front door. No. This can’t be happening.

“What? I told you I was going to bring–” Shawn walked in and noticed me at the table. His face turned completely white. Walking behind him was Jamie, who also turned completely pale when he locked eyes with mine. Nobody said anything, and by this point, Sahim also turned around to see what was going on. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The redness on my face now felt like molten lava.

“Well,” Skylar said after closing the door behind Shawn and Jamie. “This is gonna be something we’ll laugh about,” Skylar laughed, trying to lighten the mood. When no one laughed along with her, she immediately stopped. “In a couple of years,” she added.

The Teenage Monologues: Season 2

The Unapologetic One: A Mollie Monologue.

“Fuck you,” I spat back at Milo. Clearly, you’re just mocking me by wishing me a happy birthday, you asshole.

“Wow,” Milo said. “Another year older and you’re still as immature as ever.” I finally turned around and looked at Milo, sitting on the steps in front of my house like he lived there or something.

“Nah, I just see through the bullshit,” I answered back, crossing my arms along my chest. “What are you even doing here anyway?”

“If my dad and Jennifer didn’t make me come here, I wouldn’t be here,” Milo answered, now looking down at his phone. “I have better things to do than to spend the day here with the person who stabbed me in the back.”

“Still listening to mommy and daddy?” I mocked, knowing that this would get under his skin. I wanted nothing more than for him to leave my house. I didn’t want someone as self-centered and thick-skulled as Milo here anyway. Milo looked up at me.

“Jennifer is not my mom, asshole,” Milo spat back. “You of all people should be a little sensitive to throw that word around, Miss ‘my-real-dad-didn’t-even-bother-coming-to-my-birthday-party’.”

“At least my real mom is not dead,” I spat back, not caring about Milo’s feelings anymore. For him to stoop so low just because he doesn’t like Aaron made me realize just how much of a horrible friend he really was all this time. Milo stood up, clearly angry now.

“Maybe you and Aaron are meant to be,” Milo began to say. “You’re just as much an asshole as him; probably even more than him, which says a lot.”

“Not as much of an asshole like you,” I said as I walked closer to Milo. I wasn’t going to let him have the last word; I didn’t do anything wrong. “You’re seriously mad that I’m dating someone you don’t like, yet you went ahead and have this huge fucking crush on Sophie.”

“Sophie never did anything to you!” Milo yelled out. “And don’t give me that sad excuse that she was Laurie’s friend, because she’s not even friends with her anymore.” I was growing even more angry at Milo. He wasn’t understanding the true reason I was mad at him. I didn’t care about him liking Sophie anymore; I got over that shit when I knew it was a losing battle. It was the fact that once Sophie came along, I didn’t exist to him anymore. He used to actually be my best friend. He was aware of the things that would hurt my feelings and never used anything sensitive against me. The worst thing about your best friend being something you have known your whole life is that you never think they will turn on you until they do. Milo was so quick to turn against me because I was with someone he didn’t like.

“Are you fucking stupid or something?” I yelled back at Milo. “What is it gonna take to get through your thick-fucking-skull that this isn’t about you and Sophie liking each other! I don’t care about that!”

“Then why would you not tell me you were dating Aaron?” Milo asked. “If you knew it wasn’t going to be a problem, you would’ve told me. You used to tell me everything, Mollie.”

“I didn’t tell you because no matter what, I know you’d react this way. You want everyone to understand what you do, but let someone else do something you don’t approve, and now you’re threatening ending friendships with people you knew your entire life.” I knew Milo well enough to know how his brain operated. He wanted everyone to understand his point of view without acknowledging his actions hurt the people around him, and the fact that Milo willingly fell for a girl that used to tolerate Laurie’s shitty behavior towards other people. He allowed Sophie to get close to him to the point he forgot about his best friend.

No matter how many crushes I had on boys, I would never leave my best friend in the dark.

“That’s not true,” Milo spat back. “This isn’t about anything else besides the fact that you knew how much Aaron has fucked up the first couple of months of high school for no valid reason besides the fact he’s a bully. Yet, you chose to go out with him, knowing that our friendship would have problems–“

“How about asking me hoe he makes me feel?” I spat out, now tired of hearing Milo talk in circles. “You keep saying how I should know how you feel, but have you even asked me how he makes me feel?” Milo doesn’t say anything back, but I could tell that he knew I was right.

“I can’t imagine him even being worth getting our friendship damaged,” Milo said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. I was tired of Milo putting this on me as if it’s my fault we aren’t on talking terms. It bothered me that no matter what I told Milo about Aaron, he will forever think that I did this because I wanted to piss him off. Why would I ever want to piss off the one person who’s been my best friend since… forever? Why would my best friend even think I was capable of doing that anyway?

“Aaron was my friend first before we started dating,” I started to say. “He actually wanted to hang out with me and talk to me whenever we saw each other in the hallways at school. He didn’t just come into my life because I wanted to piss you off or some shit. He came into my life because, at one point, he was being a better friend than you were being to me.” I wanted nothing more for Milo to understand where I was coming from. I wanted him to finally see my side of the story and to hear me out. This was the most I was willing to give Milo in the weeks we’ve been fighting, because quite frankly; I don’t want to continue fighting with Milo. I want Milo to be happy for me; after all the boys that broke my heart in the past, Aaron actually makes me feel good about myself. I thought best friends were supposed to support each other as long as their best friend was happy.

“You got to be kidding me,” Milo responded. He started to laugh as he shook his head before looking back at me. “That boy fooled you, Mol. He put up a front and you fell for it. I thought you were smarter than that.” Milo finally gets up and walks toward me. “Now I’m going to have to pick up the pieces when he breaks your heart, because Aaron is just that type of guy.”

I couldn’t put the wrds together to explain how I felt in that moment. Even after telling him everything, he still believes that he’s not in the wrong. That boy fooled you, Mol. Thats all I can hear roaming through my mind. Milo wasn’t really my best friend, and I just had to accept that he really didn’t consider me as his anymore.

“I hope your dad and Jennifer get a fucking divorce so I don’t ever have to see your dumb face again.” I spat at Milo before walking back towards the front door of the house. That’s all I can say because I meant it. I fucking hate the fact that Milo is someone i will forever see just because his dad and my sister are married. I hated Milo; he’s not the person I once knew. That boy fooled you, Mol. Yeah, you did.

The "Something" Series: Season 3

Something to Reassure Shawn About: A Jamie Monologue.

I stood outside my closet, looking at the different scarves hanging from the hook. I typically leave all of my winter things on these hooks so that I can easily grab them before heading out the door. I don’t remember ever putting this grey scarf on the hook; I wouldn’t, but maybe Haram saw it stuffed in one of my drawers and decided to hang it up with the others in the closet. It catches me off-guard, knowing the scarf belonged to my ex so many lifetimes ago.

My cell phone rang and without a surprise, it was Haram. “Haram-ie,” I answered, smiling through the phone.

Oppa,” Haram greeted me. “I just wanted to tell you that the venue for my mother’s retirement party changed last minute.”

“When is that happening again?” I asked, examining the scarf on the hook.

“Jaemin,” Haram deadpanned. “Do you listen to me when I speak to you?”

“How can I,” I began to say as I pulled out my winter coat and grabbed another scarf from the closet hook. “Your beauty distracts me.”

“Flattery will only get you so far,” Haram immediately snapped back, not tolerating my flirting today. “Seriously Jaemin, this is important to my mother. You only retire once in your life.” Heh, not when you completely leave your job for another one without any real reason.

“I understand,” I reassured Haram. “I’ll be there; you know I wouldn’t miss it.” I heard the doorbell ring; I knew it was Shawn. “I got to go; Shawn’s here. I’ll call you later.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” Haram teased. I was disappointed when I asked Haram to come with me to meet Shawn and his girlfriend and couldn’t due to work. If Shawn wasn’t leaving for Seoul so much sooner than expected, I would’ve waited until she had a day off.

“You know that’s not even possible,” I answered back, smiling through the phone. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, immediately removing the smile from my face when I did. I sighed, as I walked to the front door.

Ya, you’re actually on time for once,” I said to Shawn as I answered the door. He sucked his teeth at my banter. “You’re a changed man.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shawn dismissed. I close the door behind me, locking the door. “Is Haram not coming with us?”

“She had to work today,” I said, walking to Shawn’s car. “It sucks that you have to leave for Seoul so early.”

“Yeah, but my sister is in town for the week, and I really want her to meet Skylar. I think she’ll really like her.” I can tell Shawn has lost some sleep being back in Korea. It’s one thing to be back here for a vacation or something, but he’s here to introduce his American girlfriend to his Korean native family. I know he’s dreading it, but I also know this is much bigger than just him introducing her to his family. I know he’s going to marry her.

“I think Sungmi will like her,” I reassured Shawn again, knowing he probably had a dozen racing thoughts throughout his head. “Let’s hit the road before it gets dark.”

The ride was mainly quiet, which wasn’t like Shawn at all. Normally he had a ton of things to talk about, but this time he was radio silent. I couldn’t help but keep looking at him as he drove, checking to see if he was truly okay.

Ya,” I called out to Shawn. He quickly looks at me before looking at the road again. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Shawn quickly answered. I rolled my eyes, clearly picking up his bluff.

“Are you nervous about the trip to Seoul, or about me being in the same room as Skylar?” I asked. Shawn didn’t answer; he didn’t need to. “Shawn, tonight will be fine.”

“I know how Skylar can get,” Shawn began to explain. “She can say some unhinged things.”

“Have you met her cousin by any chance?” I mentioned. “Being unhinged runs in that family.”

“But this is different, hyung,” Shawn responded. “This is about how things were left between you and Grace back in California.” Shawn was never good at reading the room, or he was but insisted on going against all of the rules in the room. I tried my hardest to avoid ever using or hearing that woman’s name, yet Shawn makes it apparent that he doesn’t care where I stand when it comes to that woman.

“Why would Skylar care about something that happened almost a year ago?” I emphasized, growing annoyed. “You said it yourself, her cousin moved on; don’t you think she did too?”

“You don’t live with Skylar,” Shawn answered. “You don’t really know how she feels about all of this.”

“With all due respect, Shawn; she has to get over it,” I said as I looked over at Shawn. He looked back at me as he stopped at the red light. “If she’s going to continue being your girlfriend and someday your wife, she has to come to terms that we are more than just friends. We’re brothers.” Shawn sighed at my response as he began to drive once the light turned green.

“Well, I spoke to Skylar about this and she agreed to be cordial for my sake,” Shawn said. “She’s doing this because she loves me.”

“That’s not even in question,” I mentioned. “It takes a lot of energy to deal with someone like you.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood of this car ride. Shawn smiled and rolled his eyes; at least he knew that there was some truth behind it.

“Let’s just make the best out of this night, okay?” Shawn asked. I nodded my head before I answered him back.

“Of course,” I reassured Shawn. “The best that it can possibly be.”

Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: The Stages of Stanning, As Told By A Former Stan.

The year is 2018. The newly-opened laundromat opened a block away from my apartment building, and it was my turn to do laundry with my mother on this cold, winter day in February. It was during the week, so the laundromat was empty that afternoon. As my mom and I waited for our clothes to be done in the dryer, the owner of the laundromat decided to put on music videos of various Asian artists. It wasn’t until this one video came on the screen of 9 girls in a very colorful setting. I wasn’t sure what language they were singing, but the song was super catchy. After seeing the name of the song appear on the TV, I learned that the cute and catchy song playing was called “Knock Knock” by TWICE. TWICE; I feel like I heard of the name before… After listening to a couple of other songs from the group play on the TV screen, I was interested to learn more about the group and see what other songs they had out. Me, thinking that “Knock Knock” was their most recent song, I learned that even though this song was only released a year ago, it was their 3rd most recent song to date. These girls are working hard, huh? I went home and decided to do some more research on the group, and from there, well, the rest was K-pop history.

Until K-pop became a part of my own history.

Hi, my name is Liz, and I’m here to explain to you all about the stages of being a K-pop stan, as told by someone who was once a K-pop stan herself.

The first stage: the discovery.

Discovering K-pop is always something exciting, especially if you are not naive to its origin country, South Korea. Sure, you’ve heard of Spanish music and other music genres related to their native countries, but K-pop songs have a different appeal. They’re colorful, they have young and talented artists, they’re all gorgeous and fashionable, and if you were lucky enough to discover K-pop in its later generations, you would even have some English lyrics to sing along to just so that you had their songs stuck in your head all day. K-pop in a whole has something that many of us (especially millennials) miss in music: successful boy and girl groups. Our first taste of it was with groups such as The Spice Girls, TLC, Destiny’s Child, Boyz II Men, N*SYNC; the list literally goes on. It’s something that western music hasn’t mastered since it’s very cringe but highly successful Fifth Harmony days a decade ago. To see these different groups live their lives as one and to treat each other more like family than band mates gives us that feeling that we experienced with groups we grew up listening to.

Plus, these K-pop groups were young, fresh, which makes us relate to the genre even more, and yes, even in older generations when K-pop debuted artists in their late teens. The genre as a whole is fascinating, and with something fascinating, you learn more about it.

The second stage: the research.

You search on Spotify for the group you’re currently into to listen to their discography and to your surprise, they release new music every 3- 6 months. What? You’re trying to tell me that these groups can release multiple albums a year? We were lucky if we got a new album from our favorite western artist once every two years. You have a lot of music to catch up on now. You’re vibing, you’re putting songs on repeat, and now you’re interested to see if these songs have music videos to them. So, you go on YouTube and before you know it, you are down the rabbit hole of music videos, funny “iconic” moments of the group, and the infamous “Guide to [insert group name here]”, and now you’re sitting there watching a 30 minute video about each of the members in said group. You get to know the group and its members a lot more, and now YouTube recommends you videos of music videos from other K-pop groups; mine was BlackPink. At this point, you’re well diverted in a couple of groups thanks to YouTube and the K-pop encyclopedia, K-Profiles.

The third stage: Bias choosing.

There are two types of people in this world: the people that like every single member of a group equally and think everyone should be treated equally… and then you have those who only really like one person of a group, which is something K-pop encourages listeners to do. Pick a bias, but that member’s version of merch, album, and anything that is member specific to you bias. Maybe you like the main vocalist of a group. Maybe you gravitate towards the rapper of the group. Perhaps you are always rooting for the underdog of the group, the member who doesn’t really have a set position, but is still super talented. You start to realize that this bias is now one of your favorite K-pop artists, so you start watching content of the group just to watch your bias. You coo and you smile, calling him/her cute and catching all the Korean lingo that you hear them say. This group is now your favorite K-pop group of them all. You know their discography by heart. You’ve watched every video and variety show of this group to exist online with English subtitles. If the group was created through an “American Idol-esque” talent show, you watched every episode of that. You know each members MBTI and birthdays and ages and even blood type. Listening to their music isn’t enough anymore.

The fourth stage: The identity crisis.

Annyeonghaseyo! Jeoneun Liz-imnida! You think you could learn Korean on a little green bird app so that you’re able to understand your K-pop idols without the subtitles. Yes, you also learned that they are called idols instead of artists. You’re starting to pick up little Korean phases by binge-watching all of your favorite idols livestreams and online content, and you start to use them in every day conversation because it’s different. At this point, the K-pop interest you had is now slowly becoming a part of your identity. You only talk about Korean idols and K-pop, your content on social media is just a K-pop dumping ground of stuff, and your playlists on your Spotify mainly consist of K-pop music. You’re in this weird phase in life where you feel like this is the most authentic you’ve ever been with yourself, but feeling as if liking this specific genre of music is not age appropriate for you. You watch other K-pop stans online and notice that they not only listen to their favorite groups, but they buy their albums. I mean, we bought our favorite artist’s albums when we were growing up; this is just an extension of that really! You find an album that you really like and you either order it on Amazon or eBay since those are the only places you know that sell anything and everything; including K-pop albums.

The fifth stage: The K-pop collecting community.

You’ve bought every single album and version of each album for your favorite groups and notice that each one comes with a Photocard. You keep the small stack of photocards until you realize that the other ones that come in that particular album are much cuter, or, they are of your bias. You really want that card so you can put it behind your clear phone case and show the entire world who your K-pop bias is. You look online and notice that someone on social media is looking to trade the card you want for the card you already have on hand. You decide to open up an Instagram account and put a picture of your bias’ face as your profile picture. Your username has either the words ‘sale’, ‘collect’ or ‘trade’ on it. You put up the cards you want to sell or trade for with 500 hashtags, hoping someone has the card you’re looking for and is looking for the one you have on hand. You are now officially a K-pop collector: you create templates of all of the cards you need to obtain this collection, you buy trading card sleeves and binders to store your photocards in once you get them and yes, never let them see the light of day again, and now you are actively looking up the hashtags to see if you can go on the hunt for your most wanted photocards. You’ve picked up the lingo of the community, you’ve put yourself out there so that other collectors know who you are, and this is possibly the easiest way you can make a group of friends ever. You feel as if you finally belong in a community and feel seen.

You finally feel like yourself, until you realize that being a K-pop stan isn’t really an identity factor.

The sixth stage: The toxicity of every community.

You find yourself noticing a couple of bad things in the community you confidently called home for awhile. You’ve grown into it; you’re considered a veteran in the community, and everyone knows who you are or you’ve interacted with at least most of the community you’re a part of. Of course, this aspect applies to smaller fandoms within the K-pop community, unless you’re well-known in different fandoms; a multi-stan as they put it. You start to notice things just not being the same anymore; the appeal is losing its shiny exterior. You find it hard to spend money on things like photocards and albums, but you still do because you haven’t quite let that go yet. You find yourself not trading or selling things anymore; you just toss out anything and everything that isn’t selling. You still hold onto your presence in the community just to say you’re in the community, but you find yourself coming around once every comeback or whenever you are desperate to sell some things. You’re starting to view the community in the way many outsiders would: obnoxious. Obsessed. Delusional. You can say these things because you were also once obnoxious. Obsessed. D E L U S I O N A L.

At this point, you know more about the community and understand that the industry’s tactic is to make fans because that idols personally care and love them; of course with the cost of buying thousands of dollars worth of albums to even be considered the chance for a minute and 30 seconds of screen-time with your favorite group. You understand that K-pop is mainly harmless, but so harmful for those that lack the skills to be aware of these industry tactics. At this point, you realize that K-pop is just another genre of music, and there’s nothing truly special about it besides the fact that a community was built around it for it seamlessly being ‘different’.

The seventh stage: The casual K-pop listener.

If you made it this far, you might find yourself spending your money on other things that bring you joy. You might listen to a couple of K-pop songs here and there, but you don’t find yourself buying anything K-pop related. You don’t really talk about K-pop in the way you used to. You lost contact with those who you call friends in the community simply because you’ve realized that outside of K-pop, you really didn’t have much in common. You either delete your K-pop based social media accounts or make them inactive. The posters of the different K-pop groups you loved slowly come down from your walls. You begin to put your K-pop albums away in the closet and throw out any duplicates of albums you were holding onto just because. Your collection becomes smaller or it’s non-existing these days.

The last stage: The former K-pop stan.

You reflect back on your days being an active K-pop stan. It makes you cringe a bit, but you can’t deny the fact that it came at a part in your life when you needed that. You knew that part of your life was important and needed in order to be where you’re currently at and where you’re going. You feel like you’re losing a huge part of yourself; long gone are the days when you introduced yourself as a K-pop collector. So what are your interests and hobbies? Well, shit; I don’t even know. Some days, you grieve the days where you got excited for comebacks from your favorite K-pop artists with the friends you made in the community. Let’s call a spade a spade: you grieve the loss of your identity.

The chapter that you were so afraid of ending one day has come to an end, and like with everything else in life, you learn to move forward with life simply by letting time pass by.

Hi, my name is Liz, and I am a former K-pop stan.

The Teenage Monologues: Season 2

The Apology Tour: A Milo Monologue.

“Milo,” I hear my dad outside my bedroom door, knocking before he enters the room. He looks at me, clearly annoyed that I’m still hanging out on my bed, not ready to leave the house anytime soon. “Why aren’t you ready? We’re leaving in 30 minutes.”

“Do I really have to go?” I whined, rolling over in bed.

“Milo,” my dad simply said. I sighed, still not getting up from my bed. “It’s for Mollie’s birthday.”

“Who cares,” I said, getting up from the bed to sit at the edge of it. “It’s not like she’ll show up for my birthday next month anyway.”

“I don’t like this whole feud you got going on with Mollie,” my dad said, crossing his arms along his chest. “You’ve been best friends since you guys were little.” I looked over my dad’s shoulder when Jennifer passed by. I don’t say anything. I know Jennifer has to know something about Mollie and me not talking anymore, but I really didn’t want to get into it with her. My dad turns around to look at Jennifer walking by with the twins. He looks back at me. “You don’t think she knows you guys aren’t talking?”

“I don’t care,” I said, sighing and looking down at my phone.

“Well you’re not just going to stay home by yourself all day, so get ready because we leave in 20 minutes,” my dad said before leaving the room. I looked up from my phone, annoyed.

“Why can’t I just stay home?!” I shouted out. My dad turned around to face me once more time before leaving the room for good.

“Because the last time you stayed home, Sophie and you were alone together,” my dad mentioned. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sighed and began to drag myself toward my dresser. Well, you don’t have to worry about me being here alone with Sophie, she fucking hates my guts.

Sophie and I haven’t spoken to each other since the night of the showcase. She would pass by me walking in the hallway and she barely looked my way in band class. What was my favorite class of the day is now the one I dread the most; I just want Sophie to talk to me and hang out with me again. It’s like I go to school and get by without talking or hanging out with my friends. I refuse to talk to Mollie after what she did, but I can’t help but miss even talking to her at school.

I sighed and began to get dressed; something told me today wasn’t going to go the way that my dad and Jennifer thought it was going to go.

Lydia opened the front door and greeted Jennifer before greeting us all. Lydia has always been nice to me, even when Mollie and I would argue and not speak to each other.

“I’m so glad you guys were able to make it today,” Lydia said to Jennifer and my dad. “It’s been quite some time since the holidays came and went.”

“Mom, of course, we wouldn’t miss Mollie’s birthday,” Jennifer said as we all began to walk into Lydia’s house.

“You were once a teen yourself, Pep; they all hate these types of celebrations,” Lydia mentioned as she helped Jennifer with the bags in her hands. Lydia looked at me before saying else. “Right Milo? Your birthday is coming up.” I exaggerated a smile, just to be polite.

“Yeah,” I simply said, proving her point. Lydia laughed as she nudged Jennifer’s shoulder.

We entered the living room and immediately saw the place decorated in pink and orange birthday decorations. Mollie hates the color pink. Jennifer walks over to the table to drop off the gifts she got Mollie. Once everyone moves toward the kitchen, I sit on the couch in the living room, scrolling through my phone and minding my business, not going upstairs to hang in Mollie’s room like I usually do. It sucks; I just wish that Mollie didn’t make the dumbest decision of her life and choose Aaron to call her boyfriend. All those damn guys in the school and she decided he was the one she wanted to date. Some fucking best friend.

“Milo, Mollie’s upstairs if you want to see her,” Lydia said, poking her head into the living room.

“I’m okay,” I answered back, not trying to give her a reason to question anything… even though she probably thinks I’m a piece of shit if Mollie told her anything about the argument. Lydia doesn’t say anything back, she just slips back into the kitchen, which makes my face instantly turn red. I know they’re talking about me in the kitchen. I sighed, getting up from the sofa and walking toward the front door to sit outside. Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold today.

Before I was able to grab my coat and walk outside, I could hear Jennifer and my dad greet Mollie in the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday, Mol!” Jennifer says first. “My baby sister is 15 years old!”

“Was the hug really necessary?” I hear Mollie say.

“Girl shut up,” Jennifer says back. It’s sometimes weird to hear Jennifer talk to Mollie in a sibling way after seeing her be motherly towards my siblings and me. “You get a little crush on a by and all of a sudden you think you’re grown.”

“A crush?” Lydia says, interrupting the conversation. “Mollie is too young to be having a boyfriend!”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, god!” Mollie answers back, sounding defensive. I roll my eyes, about to walk out of the house.

“Well, Milo’s in the living room if you’re looking for him,” Lydia says.

“I’m not,” I hear Mollie say. “I don’t hang out with self-centered people.” I hear Jennifer and Lydia react to Mollie’s words, but I immediately shut the door behind me and walk down the front steps. Me?! I’m the one who’s self-centered?! It’s something that Mollie said, but I remember Sophie saying the same thing the night of the showcase. Am I self-centered? Do I only care about myself? I knew that wasn’t true. I know for a fact that I really cared about Sophie. I still care about her. A lot.

I don’t know what came over me, but I found myself immediately dialing Sophie’s number. I don’t know if she’s even going to pick up, but I’m hoping she sees my number and she—

“What do you want?” Sophie immediately said after picking up the phone. I feel like I wasn’t prepared to actually hear her voice talk directly to me, even if she was still mad at me.

“I, uhm,” I began to say, trying to piece together a proper sentence. “How are you doing?”

“I don’t have time for this,” Sophie said, trying to dismiss me and this conversation.

“Wait, Sophie!” I quickly said, trying to keep her on the phone as long as possible. “I… don’t want to have this conversation over the phone, but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out later today and talk.”

“What is there to possibly talk about, Milo?” Sophie questioned. I know Sophie was trying to give the cold shoulder, but I couldn’t help but think, well if there was nothing to talk about, why would she have picked up the phone?

“I want to apologize, for real,” I admitted. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings and for only thinking about myself the night of the showcase. But you deserve a conversation; in person.” Sophie only sighs over the phone, which doesn’t leave me too hopeful that she’s willing to talk to me.

“Where do you want to talk?” Sophie asked. Again, I was at a loss for words; I didn’t expect Sophie to agree to this conversation. I wanted to have this conversation with her at a place that meant a lot to the both of us. I just didn’t want us to talk in some pizza place or somewhere random.

“The treehouse at 6 tonight?” I asked.

“The treehouse?” Sophie repeated. “We’re not allowed to hang out there anymore; remember?”

“No one has to know,” I reassured Sophie. “Just meet me at the treehouse at 6; it’s okay.” It took Sophie a while to say anything after that.

“Fine,” Sophie agreed. I couldn’t help but smile; I was finally going to talk to my best—

I turned around when I hear the front door open. I turn around with the phone still to my ear. I see it’s Mollie standing there. She rolled her eyes as she passed me on the front steps.

“I’ll talk to you tonight,” I softly said to the Sophie. I hung up the phone once we said our goodbyes; it was time to tackle this mess of the friendship.

“Happy birthday,” I simply said to Mollie. She stopped where she was to turn around and look at me. She crossed her arms along her chest before she said anything.

“Fuck you,” Mollie spat out.

Black Sheep in Society: Season 2

Welcome Back Week for College Black Sheep: A Micah Monologue.

It was the start of the Spring semester of my sophomore year in college, and I really wasn’t looking forward to being back here this soon.

I walked towards the Student Life Center building on this windy and cold Tuesday afternoon. My morning classes were easy enough for me to get by these next couple of weeks of the semester. Currently, it’s club hours on campus, which means the welcome-back show is happening later tonight.

I walked into the backstage area of the theater lab, putting my bookbag down in a chair. A bunch of other students are back here getting ready for the show as well.

“Alright, everyone,” the director of the event walked in and announced. “The show starts in 10 minutes; you guys can have a seat at the front table reserved for you all.” Everyone starts to walk out while I get my equipment together. My phone rings in my pocket. I take it out to see that it’s Kalia.

“Hey, babe,” I said, gathering everything I needed. “Are you close by?”

“Micah,” Kalia finally said; she spoke as if something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, standing in place as I waited for Kalia’s answer. She simply sighed over the phone.

“Micah, I’m not going to be able to make it,” Kalia confessed, ripping the band-aid quickly. “Something came up.”

“Are you serious?” I spat back, annoyed. “I thought you were off work while you stayed here.”

“I am, but my father just booked me an exclusive interview with TDLR,” Kalia explained. “It will be my first solo interview about the upcoming movie.” I looked up after hearing the director once again tell us it was time to go out front.

“Whatever, Kal,” I answered back, not wanting to get into this with her. She didn’t get the hint.

“Micah, I’m sorry,” Kalia tried to apologize. “If I didn’t think this was important, I wouldn’t have done it.” The director of Student Life calls out for us one last time before the show begins.

“I gotta go; I’ll talk to you later,” I said, hanging up the phone. I should be used to this coming from Kalia, but every time she does it, it hurts me even more than the previous time. I put my phone in my pocket and begin to walk out of the room, towards the front of the stage.

“Alright, give it up for Tyler Stevens,” The host said, and the audience began to applaud. “Next on stage is Natasha Wellington, a sophomore here at the college majoring in Computer Science! When she’s not dissecting code in the computer lab, she’s spitting bars at the local poetry cafe on Terrance Avenue. Show her some love, y’all!” As the next performer walks on stage, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I take it out and look at the screen; it’s a message from Kalia.

Kalia: Call me when you can, please.

I quickly get up from my seat and exit the lounge area, immediately dialing Kalia’s number. It doesn’t take long for her to pick up the phone. “Micah?” Kalia said.

“Kal, is everything okay?” I said, pacing in the hallway with the ear on my phone. “I’m about to perform so–“

“I have to leave tomorrow night,” Kalia finally said. I didn’t say anything after that. I was at a loss for words, even though I had so much to say to her. I should be used to this coming from Kalia, but every time she does it, it hurts me even more than the previous time.

“What do you mean? You just got back; aren’t you on some vacation or something?” I responded back.

“They want us to go on a brief press tour before the premiere this Summer,” Kalia explained. “The promotions have been bigger than what we thought they would be and—“

“Let me get this straight,” I interrupted, getting visibly annoyed now. “They tell you that you’re on this vacation, then one day they want you to come back and promote this stupid movie?”

“It’s not stupid,” Kalia corrected, now defensive. “It’s my first IG role in a feature film, and you’re just going to downgrade it because of something out of my own control?” I looked toward the lounge where the showcase was happening, seeing the same girl still on stage as the audience applauded. “Are you still there?”

“I don’t have time for this,” I simply said. “Congratulations; talk to you whenever you decide to say something that’s not so centered on your damn career.” I hung up the phone and looked around, hoping no one was listening to this dumb conversation. I shook my head, feeling so fucking defeated. I just want to perform and get the fuck out of here.

Before I go back into the showcase, I hear the other door of the lounge open further down the hall. I quickly glanced at who it was; to my surprise, it was Rosie.

“Prescott, I’ll call you when the show is done; I told you I was here to support a friend,” she said to her phone. I should be used to this coming from Rosie, but every time she does that, it pisses home off even more than the previous time. Rosie is a smart girl, so why would she be so stupid to go back to Prescott? Like, is the dick that good?

She hangs up for phone and sighs loudly. She looks over at my direction and now we’re finally looking at each other. She takes a moment before she goes back into the student lounge; I do the same and go back to my seat.

”Alright, give it up for Natasha, y’all!” The host said as the audience cheered. “Up next is Micah Kamalani, a sophomore majoring in Music Production! When he’s not guest DJing at our very own radio station, he’s at the Oxygen Lounge showing off his talent as ‘Salem’. Give it up for Micah, y’all!” The audience applauded as I went onto the stage and I instantly smiled. No matter what stage I’m on, I know I belong on it one way or another.

“What’s up, Crove Creek!” I greeted the audience on the microphone. They respond with cheers and claps as I nod my head , satisfied with the outcome. “Now that’s what I like to hear. I hope everyone is having a smooth start to the Spring semester! In the meantime, lemme out you onto some new music I’ve been working on during the winter break. Of course, if you like what you hear, check out our very own school radio station every Thursday during club hours!” I look around the audience and notice Rosie all the way in the back. It pisses me off that she’s just scrolling mindlessly on her phone, but I try not to make a big deal out of it. “Tonight, ima play you guys something I think resonates with a lot of our young women still finding themselves. Sometimes they think their value comes to from the validation of a man, which fellas, if you’re not telling your girl that she’s the shit, then you ain’t shit,” I said, looking directly at Rosie, locking eyes. “This one is called “21st Century It Girl.”

The music starts and immediately the audience vibes with the beat. The fact that they quickly got into the song once I began to sing it made me realize that I don’t think I’ll ever understand why the rest of my family settled with their passion. Sure, teaching what you love to do is one thing, but to be able to be the center of attention as you perform something you worked so hard for is my own personal drug. It’s something I can’t ever get enough of, no matter how much or how long I do it.

I do this because I love it, and I’m genuinely having fun. Maybe that’s why I’m so good at it.

I took a quick glance at Rosie who’s intentionally not paying attention. It pisses me the fuck off. I never did what I’m about to do right now and I don’t know what truly made me do it. I run off the stage and begin dancing along the aisles of the audience. Once I get to the back, I walk to Rosie, dancing and singing to the song.

“Cuz if he’s not shouting this out to the world, lemme say it: you’re the 21st Century It Girl!” I quickly ran back to the stage, not giving Rosie any time to react. Once I turn back around to face the audience, I notice Rosie leaving the lounge through the back door. Well, fuck, that stings.

The song comes to an end and the audience cheers and applauds loudly. Some people stood from their seats as a standing ovation. I smile, feeling the adrenaline run through my veins after performing.

Yet, it immediately drains out from my body once I don’t see Rosie sitting in the back anymore.


The "Something" Series: Season 3

Something’s Not Sitting Right: A Grace Monologue.

It was a cold, gloomy Monday morning in Ulsan. I don’t remember much of the past weekend besides catching up on all of the sleep I’ve missed in preparation for the production starting. Now that it officially started, rehearsals were more about cleaning up parts of the show that needed some polishing.

“Alright everyone,” the choreographer calls out for the dancers’ attention. “There were some hiccups in a couple of numbers on opening night, and I want to go over them before our next show this Wednesday. I need everyone to get in position for the “Idolize” number; it was good, but it could be great.” The dancers, including myself, get in position to start off the number.

The music starts and the curtain opens up; all of the dancers are in position for the finale number. I stood in my place, trying to not look out toward the audience too soon. I was angry. I was confused. I felt vulnerable and exposed. I know I messed up some parts of the solo number and I hate that I allowed Jamie’s presence to get to my head. I feel like an absolute fucking failure, but I needed to make up for it in this last number.

Once the song starts, we all stomp out of position and begin to dance. My eyebrows were scrunched together, and my dance moves were sharp and popped at every beat that it needed to be. Every time I got a chance to look out toward the audience, I saw him. He didn’t take his eyes off of me, and I didn’t take mine off of him unless I was looking away from the audience. Why the fuck is he here? Why wouldn’t Skylar tell me he was coming to the show? How did he even know about the show in the first place?

“Grace,” the choreographer called out and stopped the music. I looked up at her once I heard my name. “I’m going to need you to look present in this piece. Whatever you have going on up there needs to take a seat in the back. Focus.” I nodded my head, understanding her. The choreographer turned back around to face the mirror and counted the dancers into the number again. Through the mirror, I see Aimee look at me before getting back into her starting position. I feel my face getting hot and red now.

“Yeah? You had a snow day today?” I asked, talking on the phone with Willow as I gathered my things in the locker room after the rehearsal. “You must’ve had fun with Papa and Mariam.” I closed the locker after getting my things out of it, throwing my sweater on and putting my boots on before putting on my coat. “You have to get some sleep, sweetie. I’ll talk to you tomorrow my little snow angel.” I smiled and said my goodbyes to Willow before hanging up the phone. Once I walked out of the locker room, I noticed Sahim at the end of the hall talking to a couple of the other people in his production crew. He quickly noticed me standing at the end of the hall. He had a funny way of knowing when I wanted to see him.

He excuses himself and begins to walk in my direction. Ugh, butterflies every step he takes.

“Tiny Dancer,” Sahim finally says as he gets closer to me. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” I said, letting out a loud sigh afterward. “Rehearsal was exhausting today.” I look at Sahim, and the smile he had on his face before isn’t there anymore. He looks worried for me.

“You did amazing for the opening show, so don’t bum yourself out for the minor things the choreographer is nitpicking,” Sahim reassured me as we began to walk down the hallway toward the elevator. “I mean, Pedro has been on our case about the sound of the music traveling to the back of the venue. He’s all like ‘I couldn’t hear anything back there’ not realizing the venue is completely covered in upholstery seating and carpet. Like dude, you should know this would be an issue.” Sahim rambled on before he looked down at me once more. “Sorry, that was just me going on a tangent. But the moral of the story is that we can’t stress out over the things that are out of our control. We just have to do our best.” I smiled at Sahim’s story.

“Thanks,” I simply said, watching the doors of the elevator open. We both walked into the elevator in silence, turning around to watch the doors of the elevator close. Once they closed, I immediately looked over at Sahim and began kissing him. He seemed pretty shocked at first, but I felt his body instantly go along with the kiss. His lips were addicting; they were soft and always had some chapstick on top of them, making the kiss not only feel good but taste good as well. Once we broke away from the kiss, Sahim kept his arms wrapped around me, keeping me close to his body.

“Sorry, I just… really wanted to do that after today,” I confessed to Sahim. “You always make everything feel better.” Sahim smiles at my response.

“To be honest, I didn’t know that it was just what I needed after a long day today as well,” Sahim replied back. “So, no need to apologize.” The elevator doors open at the lobby, and Sahim lets me go so that we are able to walk out toward the lobby.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the day?” Sahim asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” I answered. “Skylar leaves for Seoul in a couple of days, so I have to see her before she does.” Sahim nods his head. I looked down at my phone, and with perfect timing, I got a call from Skylar. I smiled. “Speak of the devil,” I said as I picked up. “Hey, Sky.”

“Hey Grace, whatcha doing?” Skylar said, cutting straight to the point.

“With Sahim; I just got out of rehearsal,” I answered, looking at Sahim.

“Did I call at a bad time? Are you two fucking or something?” Skylar asked, not holding back any of her intrusive thoughts. I just hope that she wasn’t loud enough for Sahim to overhear her.

“Sky, we just got out of rehearsal,” I clarified once more. “Why? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tonight; Shawn and I are leaving for Seoul a little earlier than we intended so I wanted to see you before we go,” Skylar explained. “Fuck it; bring Sahim with you too; the more the merrier!” I looked at Sahim and quickly walked away from him to get some privacy.

“I don’t think bringing Sahim around Shawn is a good idea,” I confessed to Skylar. “It just feels awkward.”

“Why? They seemed to get along just fine the last time we all hung out together,” Skylar pointed out. “I think it might all be in your head, Grace.” I squeezed my eyes shut, anxious at the situation. At this point, I’m not sure if Skylar knows that Jamie is in town, which means Shawn has probably seen him since they got here. I don’t want to bring anything up about it; clearly, I just want to live my life without having Jamie mentioned in any conversations. That’s hard when your cousin is dating his best friend. I sighed, walking back to where Sahim was standing.

“Yeah, I’ll ask him,” I said once I got closer to Sahim. “I’ll let you know what I do later,” I said goodbye to Skylar and hung up the phone. I looked at Sahim, sighing almost immediately.

“So,” I began to explain. “Skylar invited us to come over tonight. She and Shawn are leaving Ulsan earlier than I expected and she wants to see me before she goes.” Sahim looked surprised.

“Maybe you two should just hang out,” Sahim insisted. “Have a cousin night out one last time before she does.”

“She invited you because of Shawn,” I finally admitted, rolling my eyes. “She doesn’t want things to feel uneven or awkward.” Skylar was always the type of person who needed to have an even amount of people hanging out with each other. I don’t blame her; with an odd number of people in a group setting, one person is bound to feel left out, and Skylar hates for anyone to feel left out.

“Do you want me to come with you to Skylar’s tonight?” Sahim threw the question back at me. He always had a way of asking questions that made me think about what I wanted rather than what I wanted solely for other people’s purposes. It felt different than what I was used to. I sighed, thinking about what I really wanted to say before answering. I did want to spend the rest of the day with Sahim after this long rehearsal in the first place.

“I do,” I finally said, looking up at Sahim. “I actually wanted to spend the rest of the day with you after today’s rehearsal, but then Skylar is leaving soon so-“

“Then I’ll pick you up from your room by 7,” Sahim interrupted to confirm. I looked at him, trying to read the thoughts that roam through his mind whenever I tell him things outside of my comfort zone. I like how he doesn’t dwell on them or make me explain the meaning behind my words. He makes saying things and doing things easier. “I’ll see you then, Tiny Dancer.”

“See you then,” I said back, smiling as Sahim kissed my forehead. He starts to walk towards the front door in the lobby, exiting the building. Once he left, the smile immediately faded away from my face. Something is just not sitting right with me since that night.

Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: Early Plans for Early Thirties.

When I graduated high school at 18 years old, I didn’t think college was going to be for me. My first semester of college was a challenging one; I was thrown into a new atmosphere not feeling ready for the experience that college was. I was left thinking, “Maybe college isn’t for me” when I knew deep down that this was the route I was meant to take for the next couple of years.

When I was on the path to graduating college at 22 years old, I didn’t think grad school was going to be for me. Sure, at the time of getting my bachelor’s degree, I felt as if I had a lot more to learn about writing and wanted to better myself as a writer. I was thrown into my graduate studies without any break in between and with truly no guidance. I’ve learned so much about the type of work I want to be a part of, but getting my Master’s degree in English left some emotional and psychological scars in the process.

When I graduated with my master’s at 24 years old, I told myself that I was done being a student and that it was time to get out into the real world and finally get some work experience. At 25, I got my first part-time job at my old college’s bookstore mainly because that’s what I was qualified for not having any prior work experience. By 28, I was able to get my current job at the Registrar’s Office at the same college I got both of my degrees. Of course, everything is made up of hierarchy, which meant I came into the office working part-time, with minimal wage for the first year and a half there. After hard work and consistency, I was able to get the opportunity to develop more as a professional in higher education and get full-time at the office being an Assistant to the Higher Education Office (aHEO).

I turn 30 in a little over 4 months, and more than ever I am figuring out the things I want to achieve in that new decade of my life. My 20s were a time of establishment; figuring out who I was in this society and going through the ups and downs of what it meant to live a life that was in between the early years of young adulthood versus actually entering adulthood.

While I have so much I want to do entering my 30s, something that I subconsciously dreamt of was another graduation day. For a couple of years now, I have had dreams of finishing what I started; I was proud of my accomplishments in college and grad school, but I always wanted to excel in academia. That’s when it finally clicked:

Hi, my name is Liz, and I’m putting it out in the universe to return to school to get my doctorate degree in my 30s.

Setting this goal in mind makes me excited to enter my 30’s, to be honest. I think this is something I thought about a lot but felt like I couldn’t do it after the damage grad school left on me. But, I was 24 years old when I got my master’s degree. I fast-tracked into a program without taking any real break from being a student. I was burnt out but by the time I graduated with my master’s, and when I did leave my student life behind, I had no identity outside of that life. But, I’ve had some time to focus on myself and figure out who I am as an adult in society rather than a student in one. I now have work experience, I’ve done publications, and my resume is actually looking like a true resume! I’m in a really good place with a better understanding of my limits and boundaries. If I didn’t think I could do it, I wouldn’t even consider the thought.

Of course, I still have a ways to go before I actually start filling out applications to doctorate programs. I still need some more work experience in this field I want to pursue as a legitimate career. I want to do my research on the type of doctorate degree I want to pursue. I want to work to prepare myself to return to school, and become a student again; this time one that is a little bit more established and who matured as a person. I want to feel as ready as possible to enter a new program, which is something I didn’t allow myself to do when transitioning from my undergrad to graduate studies.

It’s my drive and passion for excellence and growth that has always put this idea in my mind that I would attend commencement wearing a fabric, doctorate cap & down. I think as time goes on and I officially enter my 30s in a couple of months, I feel this sense of commitment to go ahead and apply to some CUNY EdD programs. In the meantime, I want to continue to work on what it means to be a professional in higher education and learn the methods and techniques to provide a service to faculty, administrators, and students. I also want to completely learn the art of code-meshing in the workplace; how to balance out my professional, formal voice with the likeableness of my everyday, human voice! There’s just so much I am ready to embark on when it comes to my job and I’m excited to do the work that I enjoy so much as I prepare to study more about it in a doctorate program.

With time, I am definitely making at least this dream a reality of mine.