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window of the store. She took one sip of her water, rested her head
on her arms and fell asleep.
    When Krystal
next woke up she found herself lying next to Rebecca in Rebecca’s
bedroom. Krystal laid still, trying to remember what had happened.
She had a stinking headache and was still wearing her black dress.
She looked at her phone; it was 3:10 am. After about 5 minutes,
curiosity got the better of her and she poked Rebecca until she
woke up.
    “Oh, you’re
awake are you? How are you feeling darling?” said Rebecca, her
voice a little hoarse.
    “I feel
horrible but thank you so much for bringing me home. How did you
get me here?”
    “That’s
alright,” said Rebecca, with a warm smile. “I managed to sneak you
in when my parents went to bed. One issue – they think I’m staying
at yours! We’re going to have to tell them we both came back here
in the end as I forgot something - or something like that. You’re
also going to have to borrow some of my clothes to go into school
tomorrow. Anyways what happened? Are you okay?”
    “Yes, I am now
thank you. Look, I feel awful I’ve dragged you into all this. I’m
perfectly fine. Let’s go to sleep now and I’ll tell you what
happened tomorrow.”
    “Are you sure
you’re okay?” said Rebecca, sitting up to look at Krystal.
    “Yes, yes,
thank you. Lie back down again, let’s go to sleep.”
    “Okay, well
wake me up if you want to talk about anything. I’m really sorry
tonight didn’t go so well - don’t fret though, tomorrow’s another
day.”
    “Thank you,
Becs.” said Krystal, with tears in her eyes. Good night.”
    “Night,
darling.”

5
The
aftermath
     
    The following day was extremely exhausting and
Krystal rushed home the moment the school bell rang. It was a
particularly humid day and the trek up the mountain left her
boiling hot and sticky with sweat. In an effort to cool down, she
lay on the living room floor and positioned an electric fan so that
it blew directly on her.
    Krystal lay
staring at the ceiling for 5 minutes before eventually fixing her
gaze on a picture of her mum. The picture was taken outside of
Seoul Opera House in around 1995 and originally showed a number of
other people, but Krystal had cropped and enlarged it so that it
only showed her lovely mum, smiling and holding a bouquet of pink
orchids.
    Her mum was a
minor celebrity at the time and was touted as one of the most
promising young opera singers Korea had ever produced. Her dad
joked that Krystal only inherited two things from him; his brown
eyes and a love of caffeine. Everything else, including her good
looks and great voice, came from her mum.
    She started
thinking about how her mum used to sing in the kitchen when she was
cooking; this made the empty apartment seem deafeningly quiet. How
she wished she could walk into the kitchen and find her mum
preparing dinner.
    Krystal had
flashbacks to the night her mum died; this saddened her but also
filled her with rage. It just seemed like such a waste. Her mum was
the nicest person ever; some idiot drunk driver had taken her away
and left a massive hole in her and her dad’s life.
    Her pain was
twofold; she lived without a mother but she also saw her dad
without the love of his life. Krystal knew he was still struggling
to get over what had happened, even though it was now almost 10
years since that horrible night. She would occasionally catch him
in the early hours of the morning sat in the study with a bottle of
whiskey, listening to the Beatles and other music that reminded him
of his wife. It broke her heart but she was powerless to help.
    Knowing all of
this made Krystal even more grateful for that the fact that her dad
made such a big effort to be positive. He worked hard, cooked for
her, cleaned for her and generally did everything in his power to
give her all the opportunities he could.
    To Krystal,
becoming a singer would give her so many of the things she wanted
in life; it was a job she would love, it