BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017

Chapter 54- Celine Dion

May 19th, 2017:

We were met at the Las Vegas airport with an onslaught of screaming fans. I was wearing a personal creation using one of Namjoon's button-down shirts I had added a colourful print to as a dress. I had a brown belt to accentuate my waist and, of course, short white shorts to maintain my dignity if anything rode up. I had matched this outfit with brown leather heeled booties, Gucci sunglasses Taehyung had gotten me, and my cross-body brown Burberry bag. I was very proud of my outfit and felt very cute. However, seeing just how many people had come to meet us at the airport, I was regretting it slightly scared of what could happen in a crowd. Fans were crowding and I was holding onto Jungkook's arm, my nails digging into his arm slightly without realising it. Some of the members, like Hoseok, seemed to be truly taking this in stride. As for me, Iseul was behind me, hiding me from view given how tall and protective she was being, but it was still not fun. We weren't expecting this many people to come so I didn't have time to mentally prepare myself for it. I'm last to finally get in the second van.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that," Seokjin chuckles.

"Yeah, I don't think Y/N was either," Jungkook says, looking down at his arm and the marks my nails had left.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I say, shocked at what I had done, "you should've said something, I didn't realise".

"It's okay, it wasn't that bad," he says nonchalantly, "it'll go away soon".

"Jeez, she can box and now she's got pointy nails, Y/N's getting ready for a catfight," Taehyung laughs from the back seat.

"Roar," I say, putting my hands up in a cat-like position before immediately laughing in embarrassment along with everyone else in the car.

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We got to the hotel and everyone but me had the rest of the day to sleep and get adjusted. However, I had a schedule that had been planned very last minute. Radio-Canada, the Québec branch of the CBC (main news agency), had reached out to Celine Dion and me to get a quick meet-up and interview since we'd be in the same city and we were both famous Québec singers outside of Québec. Of course, I had accepted given this was probably the only opportunity I would get to meet a Québec, and global, icon. Surprisingly, she had agreed, and we were to meet up at the Colosseum at Caesar's Palace which was where she performed her residency shows. I changed into straight classic jeans, a black cotton t-shirt, and a black Chanel blazer with gold accents over my shoulders. I matched it with a black belt with gold metal pieces and shiny black boots.

A behind-the-scenes camera followed me as we went to the meeting.

"I'm getting really nervous," I say as we drove through the Las Vegas streets, "I know the boys are super jealous, but now I'm nervous. I wish one of them could have come with me for support... I mean, she's such an icon, I can't believe she agreed to meet with me".

I go silent and look out the window.

"What do you think you're going to talk about?" the camerawoman asks.

"Oh god, I don't know," I say, looking back at the camera, "there's going to be an interviewer there so hopefully they drive the conversation, I'm going to be too awkward to do it alone".