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(하나) (둘) (from the top)
Four years trainee! (trainee!) Never debuted! (never!)
Weighed me every Monday like the number was the music
Four years trainee! (trainee!) Guess who owns it now? (me!)
Every master, every stem, every vowel out my mouth
Forty-four kilos! (what?) That was the rule
I eat at 2 a.m. on purpose now. Kimchi jjigae. Full.
Fourteen, Incheon to Gangnam, one suitcase and a perm
Signed a contract longer than my arm, a seven-year term
Phone went in a locker. Got it Sundays for an hour
Called my 엄마, said "I'm happy," in the hallway by the shower
Dance from nine to two a.m., mirror wall, same eight-count
Teacher had a stick for posture. I'm not kidding. What they'd count
Was "visual." I ranked fourth. They said my jaw was "strong"
Handed me a surgeon's card. I kept it. Wrote this song
On the back. Monthly evals. They cut Dahye in March.
She bowed to every one of us and thanked them. That's the part.
Four years trainee! (trainee!) Never debuted! (never!)
Weighed me every Monday like the number was the music
Four years trainee! (trainee!) Guess who owns it now? (me!)
Every master, every stem, every vowel out my mouth
Month forty-six they called me in. Two men, a tablet, tea.
"The concept changed. It's younger now." I had just turned eighteen.
Then the bill. For training, housing, lessons. "Trainee debt."
My father sold his taxi plate. I haven't said that yet
Out loud. Landed LAX, two hundred and a cousin in the Valley
Nail salon on Reseda, doing fills, singing in the alley
On my break. A girl filmed it. Two million by the weekend
Same label in my inbox, "let's reconnect." I'm not speaking.
Paid my 아빠 back in August. Wired it. Wrote "for the plate."
He sent one text. "밥 먹었어?" Did you eat. Yeah. I ate.
하나, 둘... (again)
From the top. (again)
No. My top.
(FOUR YEARS TRAINEE!)
Four years trainee! (trainee!) Never debuted! (never!)
Weighed me every Monday like the number was the music
Four years trainee! (trainee!) Guess who owns it now? (me!)
Every master, every stem, every vowel out my mouth
Forty-four kilos! (what?) That was the rule
Dahye sings the harmonies on this. We ate first. Full.
Four years inside the idol trainee system: Incheon to Gangnam at fourteen, weighed every Monday, cut at month forty-six, never debuted. She landed in LA with two hundred dollars, sang in the alley behind a nail salon on Reseda, and now owns every master. English with Korean inside it. No subtitles.