Nice To Meet You

"Namjoon is it?... Where is this place?" She asked, as I slowly closed the door. "Oh its my studio. I'm a musician." I said walking past her and on ward towards my computer chair. "Ahh a musician..." She mubbled while glancing around the room at my collections and decor. I twirled in my seat to better follow her movements with my eyes. "So how long you been a ghost?" She suddenly stopped...and turned towards me with a quick glance then gradually looked away forlornly, "I'm not really sure.... I can't keep track of time you see"...She turned away and continued, "What I can tell you is. I remember darkness and then light. After that images and you can probably figure out the rest". "So you don't remember how you died?" I asked. "I don't." She said bending down to look at some figurines on a lower shelf. "Do you remember how you got here? Given your... umm..." "My appearance?" She looked back at me with a smirk. "Don't worry I'm not offended. I get it and I'm American.... Well maybe...." "Maybe?... I said curiously. "Yeah. I mean I was in the United States....But it wasn't much later after not being able to talk to anyone. That I decided to see the world...." "Well" I said in an encouraging manner as she had stopped talking. "Well what about you?" she said plopping down on the couch directly in front of me. "What about me?" "You're a musican, right?So how much traveling have you done?" I named of the various countries that I had been to... "Hmm you must be quite popular with your fans? and the ability to go to so many places...." "Do you know of my group, BTS?" I asked of her. "Hmm, BTS? Can't say that I have. Maybe before I died. I may have but now I'm just lucky to remember my own name." *** tap tap We both looked towards the knock at the door.

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