Book #1 of the Flower Shop Series-
Taylor Lee was an ordinary girl who was on her way to college when she was chosen as the 8th member of BTS, a popular Kpop group. She comes to find out that all seven boys are each other's soulmates, but they had f...
I do as I'm asked as the makeup artist adds dark blue shadow to my eyelids. Time passed quickly and the show starts in a few hours, so I'm now getting my make up done. My hair has yet to be done, but I've already gotten changed into my dress for 'Save Me'.
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Pretty right? The stylist then adds some silver eyeliner to my lids, with some nude pink gloss to finish the look. Some of the boys were in chairs beside me, getting their makeup done as well. I can already feel the nerves setting in, as I knew they would at some point.
I stand up so Jungkook can get his done, quickly checking my phone for any messages. I happen to have one from my grandmother, saying that she'll be watching my show live from home. I smile a bit thinking of the woman, I should give her a call later.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and turn to see the last person I expected to be here. "GIRL HOW YOU FEELIN'?!" Gisselle cries, hugging the ever loving shit out of me. I squeak in surprise, returning the hug with a bright smile.
"Nervous as hell, what are you doing here?" I ask, raising a brow.
"Well, remember I said I got hired by a company here. I wanted to surprise you, so I didn't say that I'd basically be your personal stylist."
My mouth drops open in shock, a million questions going through my head. Gisselle laughs at my expression, apparently I must look ridiculous to her. Jimin overhears our conversation, and laughs along with her upon seeing my face. "That's awesome!" He says, pulling the words out of my unmoving mouth. "Plus, a lot of our stylists are just used to doing our hair, so Gisselle is the best fit for you."
Gisselle ushers me to a free chair, since Hoseok just got done with his hair and make up. I take a mother fucking seat as I'm still in shock, though it's not a bad thing. She immediately plugs in a straightening hair brush, which is one of the few devices that actually work wonders on my hair. My hair takes a bit longer since it now reaches a little past my waist, so we decide to go with simple thick curls.
Time passes quickly, and before I know it the doors are opened to the fans. I can hear them cheering in the stands, as the show begins in less than an hour. Now the nerves are hitting full force, my hands shaking furiously as I try my best to calm myself.
Yoongi was the first to pick up on this, and soon I see him kneeling in front of me with a soft gummy smile. "Everything is going to be okay," He says softly, gently resting his hand against my cheek. I don't understand why I'm so nervous now, since I've never had stage fright before. Then again, this is the first time I'm performing in front of a crowd this big.
"Yoongi, what if something goes wrong?" I ask quietly, and he leans up a bit until our foreheads are touching.
"Nothing will go wrong. You're going to do great tonight, and ARMY is going to LOVE it," Yoongi says, and I so want to believe him. I so want to believe what he says is true but I can't help but have some fear of tonight's show. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and a familiar wave of calm wash over me, soothing my nerves so that I hardly feel them anymore.
