The Superstar

12 I-2 Creative Writing

14th Wave Hee Gu Kang

2011. 03. 22

The Superstar

April sidled into the room, looking sour. Her lips were thin, her eyes were cold, and an icy frown was on her face. The manager, Mr. Lee, got up and asked her why she was feeling bad, but April simply pursed her lips and turned to sit down in the large, comfortable red sofa in the corner of the room. Mr. Lee got up from his stiff chair and approached April cautiously.

“Is it your father again?” asked the manager. His tones were awfully careful.

The ten-year old girl nodded. Her dark brown hair was tied fashionably in a special round knot. She had thick makeup on her smooth little face, and had purple-jeweled earrings on her ears. The light green dress she was wearing rippled gracefully around her like soft tides of the sea, her practically non-existent breast was emphasized brutally by a strap around her waist, and a pair of tiny shoes with flamboyant white shoelaces had been squeezed into her feet. She was pretty, but at the same time had a slightly dumb look about her. She was fingering the hem of her dress’s left arm repeatedly as if nervous. Well, she was nervous. It was time.

“I called him yesterday.” said the manager heatedly, “He said yes.”

April scoffed. “He was drunk. He didn’t know what he was saying.” she said scathingly.

Mr. Lee looked up with surprise, again, that such a young kid could speak so roughly of her own father. April’s father, Mr. Kim, was highly conservative and was strictly against what his daughter did in the monthly fashion festivals. Personally, Mr. Lee hated Mr. Kim. He was the sole yet intimidating obstacle to their success. His success.

“Well, then,” said Mr. Lee heavily, “we’ll just have to ignore him, I think.”

April nodded. She hated her father as much as Mr. Lee hated him.

“Prepare. The show’s approaching.”