"THIS is the cool band I've been waiting for," said Kacey."Really?" I asked."Not the band actually, but one of them," Kacey corrected herself."Who?" I asked again.Kacey then whispered into my ear."Secret.""Oh," I responded curtly.If a girl had been playing secrets like this, I should not fight her. Better just say yes, right?Getting closer, the commotion caused by this black theme group invited another uproar. The guest stars who were in the tent came out to watch them. Some took out their cellphones to take photos or videos of the moment the group walked past them. There were also those who are hysterical. Hysterical celebrities met other celebrities?Up close, it was as if a slow scene. Out of those dozens, four caught my eye. Among them, there was a chubby giant with long golden hair. He wore a black t-shirt, combined with knee-length cargo army pants. His arms were full of tribal motif tattoos.A simil

FINALLY, the silence that Kacey maintained broke. She then seemed to be back to being the usual spoiled uptown girl. Then, she let go of my arm, turned around to face the stage, then leaned her back against my chest. I could smell the fragrant shampoo from her hair.When that moment happened, I wanted to put my hands around Kacey's waist. But I was afraid she thought I went too far. In my heart, I already felt lucky to be able to grasp her smooth palm.After the My Flower song was finished, I invited Kacey back to the G5 tent, the guest star tent where Kacey Loves Monday was getting ready. Kacey nodded in agreement. Then, I said goodbye to the people on stage, including Brother Quinn, the manager of The Boumerank."You've done well," Brother Quinn said to me while blinking his one eye. "But your struggle is still far from successful. Keep that hard-working, will ya.""Thank's, Quinn," I thanked him.I then gave my hand to Kacey as she was about to

THE sound of the music then slowly became silent. The hustle and bustle of the humans on the dance floor began to calm down. The visitors who throng the Bacchanalia distract themselves by drinking again.It was already midnight. Maybe it was the time for the Bacchanalia staff to rest. Usually, after the host DJ performance - at zero hours - it would be changed to a guest DJ. But, I did not know who the guest DJ would be.However, the absence of music had not made the atmosphere filled with adult men and women wither. It was like the atmosphere of an annual festival. Even though the long-awaited one had not yet appeared, the visitors were still waiting faithfully.I then got rid of my previous worry - a strange feeling amidst the excitement of a nightclub. Unlike usual, someone was watching me from somewhere. But I d not know for sure."Here, drink again!" asked Kacey, then gave me a glass.Since there was no music playing, we did not have to shout

I leaned my back against the back of the sofa chair in the VIP room. My brain was still digesting the long story from Uncle Brody. I thought he just talked about himself. Apparently, the story was related to my family, the Tanoto family.My guess was correct that the Chinese man was my grandfather Bradley Tanoto. But I did not think that my grandmother was a former jugun ianfu. As I remember, she never sang. But she was a very patient and compassionate Javanese woman. No wonder that when she was young, many men fell in love with her."We share the same one woman, Son," said Uncle Brody, "My mother, Mary Sue, is your grandmother. I am your mother's eldest stepbrother. And you are my nephew. That's why I called us family."I just kept quiet hearing Uncle Brody's clear explanation. But I still wonder about the house that was the primary location in this series of events.Based on Uncle Brody's story, there was a fig tree in the middle of the brothel. I thoug

THROUGHOUT my way home, I felt terrible about abandoning Kacey. Maybe, she still wanted to be with me a little more. But I was not feeling well either. Rather than making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable for the two of us, I chose to leave.Arriving at Great Goobank Street, suddenly, something caught my attention at the Grand Wahid Hotel. As it turned out, there were two police patrol cars with siren lights on silently. There was also a vehicle such as a black truck with an elongated seat at the back. They were parked in front of the lobby courtyard of the Wahid Hotel.Dozens of policemen appeared to be on guard. I also saw flashes there. I thought some celebrities were being interviewed by the media after their performance at the Soundrenaline Music Fest. The distance between Wahid's and CLOFUS itself was only a stone's throw.But I felt something strange. There was not usually a celebrity interview this early in the morning. Moreover, there were police a