Characters:Main:1. Kim Chang-Su (Dance Instructor) ~ Age 262. Sakuya Suzuki (Japanese) ~Age 183. Pak Jae-Hwa (brother of Chang-Su, different mothers) - Age 20 4. Han Soon-Yi ~Age 215. Yun Chun-Ja ~Age 196. Song Dae ~ Age 177. Min Yeun-Ja ~Age 23 Other Characters:1. Principal Song ~Age 34 2. Doctor Han Hae-Jin (Doctor for Chang-Su) ~ Age 25 3. Lee Mun-Hee (Second Dance Instructor) ~Age 244. Song Hei (sister of Dae) ~ Age 185. Han Hae (mother of Soon-Yi)6. Yun Ok-Sun (mother of Chun-Ja)7. Kim Jae ( father of Chang Su and Jae-Hwa)8. Song Gyong-Si (father of Dae and Hei)9. Ming Bong-Hwa (father of Yeun-Ja)10. Lee Jung-Yoon (younger brother of Mi Na) ~ Age 25 11. Lee Mi Na (older sister of Jung-Yoon) ~ Age 27 12. Ichiro Tatusya (Sakuya’s Ex) ~Age 2013. Mia Suzuki (mother Sakuya) Time and Setting: Time: 2014 to 2022 Setting: Seoul, South Korea. Pyongyang, North Korea and Tokyo, Japan. Summary:“If you could choose to love or be loved-which would you choose? To love someone, seeing them is merely enough, being there by their side when needed. Watching silently and protectively from a distance. To be loved by someone is a great joy, wishing to never part from them. Drowning slowly in their love for you…” A Japanese girl named Sakuya Suzuki, gets accepted to Winners Dance School; the famous dance school in South Korea. She leaves her beloved family and home in Tokyo and travels to Korea. When she enters the school, she meets the dashing and charming Kim Chang-Su. It would be love at first sight, many would probably say, she finds it difficult to fit in with the other four girls. Kim Chang-Su dashing, but he has a deadly secret, the reason he is so distant with his students and others comes to the light. All the girls desire for Chang-Su, all they wish for is to love someone or be loved… Chapter One“The mark of new beginnings, starts with a simple plane ticket.” It was the summer of 2014 in Tokyo, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and just breathtaking. I was going to miss the cherry blossoms, so much, I took numberless pictures of cherry blossoms over the last week. I had just graduated from high school, and accepted to Winners Dance School, the famous dance school in South Korea. I always loved to dance since I was a young child, my mother supported me every step of the way; there was absolutely nothing more I could ask for from her. Yet, I had no idea of how it would be like in Korea, but I was ready for anything. “Sakuya, please come down stairs, Ichiro-Kun is here!” My mother called My entire body grew tense at the name, Ichiro was my Ex-boyfriend, we broke up less than two weeks ago because of my leaving to Korea. I walked down the stairs slowly; each step seemed to drag me closer to hell, reaching the bottom step, I raised my eyes to him. Ichiro was 169 cm tall, shaggy hair, wore glasses and looked stunning to many girls. On the other hand, I was merely, 165 cm tall, shoulder length hair, slanted bangs and had my hair in pig tails all the time. I had already lost count of how much I tried to keep his hair smooth, and stop sticking out in weird positions. Ichiro was staring at me, like a delicious chocolate sundae on a hot summer day. I took it as a warning, and stared down at what I was wearing. I had on a tank top with straps, a black mini skirt and no shoes. I mumbled at myself, for not changing into something more concealing. My mother motioned for us to help ourselves and vanished into the kitchen. “What do you want?” I asked breaking the silence. Ichiro held out a box, “a farewell gift from me.” He said. I took it and fumbled with the wrapping, before opening the lid, inside was a beautiful necklace with a silver key on the end. Raising an eyebrow, I stared up at him, “what is the meaning of this?” I asked uneasily. He shoved his hands into his pockets on his shorts, “you have always held the key to my heart. I will wait for you–Sakuya.” He said softly. I was in disbelief, he cleared his throat, “Or think of it as a good luck charm, alright?” He asked and turned to leave. I stared after him, I wanted to say thank you, but no words could come out anymore. My mother came out of the kitchen and wrapped an arm around me comfortingly. Ichiro and I, grew up together, went to the same elementary, middle, and high school. He was my best friend, and dearest one of them all, “Sorry–Ichiro.” I mumbled. I went back up to my room, setting the necklace on my desk and slumped into my chair. My eyes fell on the plane ticket that was moving slightly, with the breeze that was coming through my windows. The person I couldn’t leave behind was my mother, my father died when I was two years old. I barely had any memory or him, but my mother had plenty and shared stories of him with me. My mother works at a family bakery, owned by my father’s side of the family. Ever since I got accepted to the dancing school, my mother cried every night. How did I know? Because whenever I passed by her room at night, I heard muffled sobs and sniffling from her door. As her daughter, I couldn’t offer any words of consent to her, I was too selfish at the time. Because I wanted to be a dancer, and refused to set eyes on any other schools, but Winners Dance School. That night at dinner, my mother and I, sat across from each other at the dinner table. “Eat up Sakuya! I made all these dishes for you, they are your favorite. When we part–I don’t know when I can make these dishes for you again.” She said with a shaky tone. I bit my lip, moving my chair back and walked over to her, squatting down on my knees, next to her. Slowly taking her work worn out hands in mine, I stared up at her with a saddened smile. “I love you mother, I promise once I settle in, I will call. Please take care of yourself–call Ichiro if you need help with anything.” I reminded. She pulled me into a tight hug, “my baby is all grown up–Kuya-Chan.” My mother cried. I felt tears stinging in my eyes, and hugged back twice as hard. “Let’s eat, the food is getting cold.” I said wiping my face, and then hers. She nodded and forced a smile, that night remained in my memory forever. That night, I couldn’t sleep at all; the sun came and before I knew it, I was on my way to the airport. My mother refused to miss work, and bid me a safe trip as I left the house. I saw in the waiting area, listening to my ipod and answering text messages, sent by my friends from school. “Sakuya!” A voice called. I had only one earphone in my ear, so I heard the voice, I raised my head and looked around me curiously. Ichiro came running over to me out of air, I stood up slowly in shock; this had to be the doing of my mother. “H-hey what are you doing here, Ichiro?” I asked in discomfort once more. He made movements with his hands, “your mother–” He explained. His gaze suddenly focused on my neck, the necklace he had given me the day before was there. I wore it because it looked nice, but I didn’t feel like explaining. He smiled happily, “have a safe trip-” He wished and held out a hand to him. I stared up at him with a ambitious gaze in my eyes, I still loved him, I won’t deny it. Still, I rather not say, or he would force me to stay; I was selfish like that. I would do anything for my dreams to come true at no matter what cost. I shook his head and bowed to him, “please take care of my mother for me; if it isn’t too much trouble.” I said. Ichiro stared at me, and shrugged; “it won’t be too much trouble.” He mused. “Flight 0307 from Tokyo to Seoul passengers,please board at Gate 4 right now.” I released my grip on his head, “Sayonara, I’ll call and email.” I said holding up my cell. He nodded and waved, I ran towards the gates and turned back once more, staring at Ichiro. He waved at me again and tapped at his watch, I winked and went into the gates. That was the last time, I would see him for a short while. After finding my seat, and settling by the window, I stared outside as the plane lifted higher and higher into the air. The home I was used to, begun to grow distant and blurry, eventually out of sight. I fell asleep at some point, and dreamed of my father for the first time in my life. We landed at Seoul’s airport near evening, my watch read 5:30 Pm, I gave a tired yawn and followed everyone through another vent like tunnel. I had taken three years of Korean in Tokyo, I could get around with no trouble thankfully. Supposedly, the school said I wasn’t going to get picked up, I had to get to the school on my own. So, I grabbed a taxi outside the airport, after getting the rest of my luggage. When I finished telling the driver where I wanted to go, I sat down in my seat and stared out the window. Seoul didn’t seem much different from Tokyo; it was crowded with people of all sorts. We reached the gates of the school campus at 6:00 PM, I paid and got out, turning, I stared up at the towering gates of the Winners Dance School before me. All the students had to live on campus, and every six years, they only accepted five students. I was feeling so hyper, and wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. The gates swung up to me, I took the handle of my suitcase and pulled it along after me. This was a new chapter in my life, it would begin consisting of six years. What I didn’t know was what would be in store for me. My life would go on the most dramatic roller-coaster ride in my memory.