| Fan Fiction |
by Angela
“We’re here,” said YG.
With so much excitement pumping in my veins, I leap out of my seat and head towards the exit down the aisle. YG chuckles at my enthusiasm, and seems pleased. A big black van comes to pick us up. As we head to YG headquarters, I look out the window in amazement of Seoul. It was very similar to where I am from, New York City.
I grew up in one of the best city in the world, lived in one of the richest neighborhoods in the world (upper east side) and danced for one of the best companies in the world. But that was always about ballet.
Little did people know, I had a secret life of sneaking into the hottest underground clubs to perform in dance offs. The passion I have for hip hop….I can’t describe in words. But the way I feel when I pop, wave, glide….puts me in another world.
Just last week, I was at “Room 13” the club on 13th and 9th ave. I normally don’t go to all Korean gatherings, but my friend really pleaded me to go so I went. There, I had a worthy dance-off with a stranger. After I was done, I sat down to have a drink and this man came over.
“Those were pretty impressive moves out there,” said the man.
I smiled and thanked him (ok ok…I did think he was a little creepy at first) to be polite. He handed me a business card and said he wanted to meet me about business. I was a little hesitant, but in the situation I was in. I accepted. My mom was going to make me study ballet for college, which I did not want to do.
The next day I was at “boom” the chic Italian restaurant in soho, when that man showed up again. I was born here, but I did know some Korean culture. And when he told me he was YG, founder of YG family, I immediately knew who he was.
“I have a group, Big Bang, I think they will really fit your dance style” said YG
“Big Bang, yea…I heard of them” I replied
“haha….they are quite popular with the girls." he chuckled "But can you handle this job? 5 guys, 1 girl….It might be a task, but the rewards are promising,”
The thought of working in the hip hop dance industry lit a fire. It was something I only dreamt of doing. I immediately accepted. Ran home, Packed my bags, and told my parents I was going to go.
“If you go. I’m going to cut you off. No money, no family!” screamed my mom.
“Hip hop is my life. It is my family,” I screamed back.
And with those last words, I ran out the door, whistled for a taxi, and was off to my new life.