Uh oh Telephones

DBSK is sort of split up right now. No one has said they are disbanded but they are doing their own things.

Yunho is working on Goong. Changmin seems to have disappeared. Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun are working on JYJ and their own individual stuff and of course they are in LA, CALIFORNIA as of June 26th.

Needless to say I am like, OMG, I am a fan after all.


So the day AFTER they arrive, I am at SM Entertainments to ask about internships AGAIN. The first time their answer was we don't do internships. The second time was we are not currently doing internships now. This time was, we are looking for the summer, so I gave them my resume.

What?

I am NOT one to give up. Remember SM and Avex is my goal.

Anyways, I am leaving when I heard this outburst of screaming and yelling from fans pouring out of cabs and cars. It seems that JYJ is being stalked at their hotel cause it was pretty early in the morning and Yoochun looked like he was still asleep.

So I am trying to leave, JYJ is trying to enter and fans are trying to touch and photograph them. I was super overwhelmed and I can only IMAGE how JYJ felt. Hence why I sat down and cry every time my mom try to get my on the runway. No lime light for me thanks.

I must admit that I was SUPER excited. I am a fan in the end and here was three of DBSK right in front of them. How could I not be excited. But neither was I going to scream, push, prod and cry in JYJ face.I did however take out my cell phone to try and take a quick picture before I left.

It didn't happen.

While JYJ was getting closer to me, so where the fans, whom somehow got behind me. I still sit down and try to figure out how a bunch of screaming fans got behind me without me noticing. Well because of these fans, I got pushed forward, none to gently either, and bumped into someone moving towards me, dropping my phone onto the ground. I am not talking about a gentle bump, I mean I landed on my @ss afterward kind of bump.

So I am on the floor cursing in Spanish, my tailbone and hands throbbing in protest and looking up to yell at someone when I realize the someone I wanted to yell at was Yoochun. Cause someone in my brain the person in front of me was a fan trying to pass me when I got pushed forward. But apparently Yoochun got pushed forward by a fan, when I got pushed, which was how we somehow collide.

Yoochun being a guy and bigger then I am, barely 5' here, was looking at me with a shocked and apologetic expression with a bit of amusement stooped down to stuff something in his pocket and helped me get up. I blushed every shade of red that existed, quickly looking around for my phone to look anywhere but Yoochun's face let alone Jaejoong or Junsu's, a fan handed me my phone which I stick in my pocket quick thanking the girl and turn back to Yoochun.

Obviously I have to say something to him, so I say the only thing I could, "Sorry about that, I got pushed from behind."

To which Yoochun nodded and say in a heavy accent, "Same here, you ok?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Well um..I was actually leaving," I looked at all three at them and bowed, "Um..have fun in California. Good luck with your album."

And I then practically ran away. That was so embrassing! I was so tongue twisted I wanted to scream. There was so much I wanted to say and ask but there was a freaking audience but that had probably been my only chance and I blew it. I should have invited them to lunch or something. No instead I said have a good time and good luck. I mean how lame was that!

So instead of going shopping like I planned I went to my mom's work because if I sat still or stewed on what just happened I was going to lose my mind.

I tossed my phone into my purse and left it in my mom's locker and went to help her out. Obviously I told her what happened and what an idiot I felt like. And of course like all moms she tried to make me feel better, which of course just made me feel worse.

Finally she got the hint and gave me work to take my mind off it.

My mother has an awesome job. I helped her picked out outfits for one of her photo shoots for a swimsuit event she had coming up. I also helped pick out the models for the events. There are some models who are so nice and others who are plain evil.

Shirley Johnson was evil with a CAPITAL E. She and I are the same age and I finished high school with her. She stole my prom date and boyfriend. Needless to say we have no love for each other so I happily pointed out that she was too white for a swimsuit event where mom should use tan models and how easily she burns. Summer of 2005- Shirley the Tomato.

To which Shirley insisted that she could get a spray on tan for the event and that sunscreen would prevent her from burning.

I stared her right in the face and say, "No. Your not doing it."

"And who the hell-"

"GIRLS" my mother said loudly, "enough. Shirley I am sorry but no. I am not going to risk you burning during the event. It will ruin your skin for weeks and can cause serious damage in the future."

So Shirley shut up cause she knew she wasn't going to win. In the end I was my mother's daughter and my mom wont forget how sick I got when my boyfriend of 1 year cheated and dumped me for her.

Shirley stalked off pissed and with a glare to which I smiled smugly at which my mother smacked my leg gently but smartly.

"What!?"

"Stop picking fights with Shirley."

"I didn't. I was stating the obvious and watch she is going to complain to Miranda (mom's boss) that you are not telling her do the event because of me."

"Miranda will know thats not true."

"I don't want you in trouble with Miranda because of Shirley and I. She really can't do the event."

"I know. Anyways you've been here for most of the day. Go home. Enjoy your meeting with that Korean group instead of being embrassed. How many girls wouldn't have loved to be in your shoes at that moment?"


I couldn't help but grin, "true. Ok ok. Love you mom."

I kissed her quickly and left. Once I got home, I dumped my purse on my night stand and scooped out my phone, planning to call one of my friends another DBSK fan and share the news. I scretched out on my bed and unlocked my phone when I saw a dozen missed calls from my cell phone number. This wasn't my phone.


It was Yoochun's.

(I am tired, a lot has happened in the pass 48 hrs. I will update tomorrow. Once I am caught up to date in my blog I will start twittering.)