Friday, January 27, 2012

Once upon a red tree's leaf

Chapter 9:~Last link

"C'mon, guys! We should have left the dorm 10 minutes ago!"I whined while watching my clumsy fellow members. "WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!"
And suddenly they were there, leaving the dorm, passing by me while goofing around. "I should have left you here and go ahead with manager hyung!"
"C'mon, Seung Ho! Stop nagging like a mother! It's not like we're the first to perform tonight!"mumbled Joon with his mouth full of candies.
I glared. "Stop talking with your mouth full!"
The guys tried their best to remain silent. I was not in the mood to listen to their quarrels. The time we had to practice for this broadcast was...let's say it wasn't enough. We didn't have the time to get used to the stage, the lights, the cameras. No. And we were going to perform a compilation of 4 songs: 'Y', 'Stay', 'Mona Lisa' and 'I don't know', from which only the last one would be the longest.
"Neh, hyung, do you think we will be able to put up with the outfits. 'Coz it's kinda difficult to get rid of the second one in just 3 seconds,"I heard Thunder saying from the back.
"I don't know. I really don't. That's why I wanted to be there earlier!"I frowned, remembering the complicated situation of our outfits. I never saw something like that nor did it! To change 4 outfits in such a short period of time...
"Annyeonghaseyo!"we greeded politely as we entered the backstage room that was reserved to MBlaq.
"YAH! What took you so long?!"snapped our manager.
"Ask them,"I shrugged while following the stylist that had my outfits.
Now that I was seeing the outfits, it didn't seem so difficult to get rid of them in such short notice of time. Well, they weren't exactly 4, 'coz the back pair of skinny jeans were the same for all of them. The same thing goes for the white, asimetric blouse that my stylist handed over to me, to take it under the other 3 tops: a red leather jacket, a thin,black vest with a zip on the right side, a animal printed jacket and lastly the white asimetric blouse.
"Seung Ho, you're next for the make-up!"called the make-up artist.
When I sat on the chair I saw the other members dressed. Joon was paying attention to what the stylist was saying to him.
"Well that's a first,"I smiled as the stylist applied the foundation.
"Joon's going shirtless tonight,"I heard G.O. from beside me. "He's going to have some paw-shaped gloves for the last song. He's pretty excited!"
"I bet he is! Good for him if he has something to show to the fans."
"Hyung!"cried Mir from behind.
"They want me to wear Joon's outfit from 'Oh Yeah!' MV!"
"And what's wrong?"
I sighed. "Mir..."
"I don't have hyung's abs! I can't go like that on stage!"
"Yes you can! Yes you can and you will!"I snapped. "And stop complaining! I saw you back at the gym! Your abs are fine!"
G.O. chucked from next to me. "That's right, Mir! If there's someone that can't show his abs that's Seung Ho. And why? 'Coz he doesn't have any!"he pointed out, laughing like a gorilla.
"Says that one who's too hairy to wear V-neck t-shirts!"I replied making him choke.
"Guys! Are you ready? It's time to go on stage and let the fans know who exactly is MBlaq!"said our manager, preventing G.O. from replying.
As he led the way to the stage, I could hear the fans chanting. A+ was always with us, supporting our music and activities. With them watching me, us, I feel like I could do anything. Just watch me/1 Someday I will be the best! MBlaq will be the best band in South Korea! No! Scrach that! We'll be the most loved hallyu stars! That's right! Just watch us...
"C''mon, Mir already! You looked handsome out there!"tried Joon to calm down our maknae. "I'm telling you this:if I wasn't there, you would have beebn the most handsome man on that stage!"
Great! "Are you really an idiot, Joon?"I rolled my eyes as Mir glared at Joon. "Mir, stop that! You looked fine! You'll see that once we get to see the broadcast. And haven't you heard the fans? They were practically drooling when you came out!"
"Really, hyung?"
I nodded with a slight smile.
"Guys, can we come in?"asked a voice from behind the closed door.
Our manager opened the door and there was a flood of guys! Don't get me wrong! It was none other than Super Junior in our waiting room.
"Annyeonghaseyo,  sunbae!"I greeded Leeteuk as he approached me.
"Oh, Seung Ho! How was the thing with the outfits?"
"Not easy. I had problems with the vest's zip. If it weren't for Thunder who ripped it for me..."
"Yeah I saw that. That's the thing with multiple outfits:it's hard to predict what's going to happen if you make an unplanned move. Good thing he saw you in time! Neh, I heard you're working for the new album?"
I shot a look at Joon. "Yeah. But I don't have anything yet. I'm still waiting for my..."
"..muse?"smiled a black haired one, coming towards us.
I smiled. "Yeah."
"How's going with the piano? Are you still playing?"he asked.
I looked at him confused. "Well, I...can't say that I have time to practice the piano nowadays. I'm focusing more on dancing and composing. But how did you...?"
He let out a laugh. "C'mon, Seung Ho! How can you forget your sunbae?"
I looked at him puzzled. What was he trying to tell me? It's not like I knew him outside this showbiz world we both live in!
"Leeteuk, it's time to go,"spoke Kyuhyun opening the room's door.
"Well guys, see you! And Seung Ho, good luck with the new album. Be sure that I'll buy it when it will be released,"assured me Leeteuk.
"Thanks!"I smiled while watching the boys leaving our waiting room. "JOON! How come everytime we work on something new, they are the first to know?"I turned towards my fellow member.
"I don't know,"he shrugged, avoiding my eyes.
It was dark around me. Dark and quiet. The warm air was surrounding me like the loving arms of a mother. It was a dream. I waa aware of that. But it wasn't my usual dream. This one was different. And once again, I was not alone.
"Seung Ho-yah..."called a voice through the dark.
I looked around incapable of speaking. And there it was. A ray of light pierced the darkness and came towards me. It passed by me. Through me. Such a warm light! Such a familiar feeling surrounding me.
"Seung Ho-yah..."called the voice once again, right from behind me.
I turned around. And there it stood the young version of my mother. She was glowing, surrounded my a pure light. She looked like those photos from my photo album. Younger. Much more younger. She was the same girl that met my father in a cold night. And the she touched me. Her hand was soft and warm. Her eyes were sparkling like two stars on her pale face.
"Seung Ho-yah, my little poor, poor child. You've been so strong this years. So strong and brave. Come here, my child,"she embraced me.
And once again I was just a little boy in he rms of his mother. She was humming a lullaby.
"Seung Ho-yah, look at eomma,"she said after few seconds, pushing me gently. "Let me look at you, my child. You'll be fine, right? You must be strong! You mustn't cry. Promise to eommna, Seung Ho! Promise"
And she slowly faded away, taking all the light with her. I felt empty. 
"Eomma,"I cried, streaching my arm towards the place where she stood not long ago. "EOMMA!"I woked up and stood upright.
The room was quiet. Stupid KitKat! With trembling hands I turned on the lights. The clock stood at exactly 3 a.m.
"What th-?!" mumbled, taking my phone from the nightstand. It was 5:30 in the morning. "What's wrong with you, huh?"I tounched the clock. I sighed. Such a weird dream! Why did i even dreamed of my mother? And she seemed so sad. So sad and distant. She told me not to cry? Why should I cry? I never cry! Not even at my dad's funeral...
Then my phone rang.
"Who on Earth is calling at this hour?"I mumbled, nearly dropping the phone on the floor. "Yeoboseyo?"
"Is this Yang Seung Ho?"asked an unknown voice.
I frowned. I wan't in the mood for pranks. "Who's this?"
"Are you Yang Seung Ho?"the voice repeated.
"Yes. It is me. Who are you?"
"It's about your mother. Mrs. Yang passed away at 3 o'clock tonight. I'm sorry...yeoboseyo? Are you still there? Yeoboseyo?"
I dropped the phone. Pa-passed away? M-my mother? couldn't be?...right?
"Eomma..."I grabbed my phone from the floor. It was all a lie! A big fat lie! "Why can't I see straight?"I mumbled, whipping away the warm tears with the back of my hand. I dialed up my mother's number. "Please pick up...please...please pick up!"
"Hi there! This is Seung Mi. I can't pick up at the moment, but please leave a message after the beep! and I'll call you back!"said my mom's recorded voice. "BEEP!!!"
"Eomma..."I cried. "Where are you, eomma?"
"A Mother's love is something
That no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
And of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
And enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
Or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
When all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
Even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
When the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
Of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
It defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
Like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendored miracle
Man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
Of God's tender guiding hand. "
And so died my last link with my past.
Goodbye, mother!

1 comment:

  1. :(( :(( Dar tie chiar iti place drama! De ce i-ai ucis mama:(( :(( ?
    P.S: versurile albastre sa stii ca mi-au venit in ajutor:d.