"Best of luck, young lad, you're up next." The old manager at the cafe greeted and Jungkook nodded.
"The next act will be very soulful to everyone, a young boy with vocals sweet as honey. Give it up for Jungkook!"
Feeling a little less nervous than before, Jungkook made way towards the stage. A special stool and a dusty old piano was set up.
Lisa stood behind by the bartender, glancing at the audience lost into Jungkook's vocals. She suddenly remembered she had got her camera along: the only prized possession she had, that she valued with all her life.
She captured some beautiful candid shots, that would eventually make great memories.
It was just then the bartender spoke. "Is he a trainee, little girl?"
"No." She replied. "Why would you ask?"
"With a talent like this he needs to also have big dreams. He can't be performing in these public stages all his life. His vocal capabilities are far fetched, meant for a wider audience, if you're understanding me."
"I do, sir. I understand." She answered.
He kept looking at Lisa from time to time as he smiled through the lyrics.
Little did he know Lisa was feeling otherwise.