The meaning? (・∀・)

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"I will go to get ready. My friend is over there," Jason told him pointing at a cute boy smiling and waving excitedly.

He smiled as he watched the boys leave. they were so excited to see each other that they hugged and jumped around. YanJun looked at the guard beside him who gestured to him to follow him out. He followed him.

He was beginning to hate this guy so much that it made his teeth itch. He clenched his teeth but maintained his outward composure as he walked into the hall. They took him to a seat on the second row among the other parents exchanging pleasantries among themselves.

He was not interested in making friends with any of the parents in their midst. He had an important agenda and he returned the smiles he got from some of those who were kind or bold enough to talk to him with the bulky guard beside him.

He looked down at his wristwatch. The event will begin soon. He made himself as comfortable as he could appear to the guard beside him. It will be a lie to say he was not shocked by the venue of the event.

It was for a primary school for goodness' sake. He did not even get a place like this for his debut. The hall looked like it belonged in a college, not even a high school.

With his attention focused on that, he was able to attain that height of calmness he needed at that moment although it never for once slipped his mind that he was there to escape.

That was a great talent show that had him feeling all the kids were lucky to get to do what they want at such a young age as well as have a good tutor that their parents paid heavily.

It was one thing to have the money and it was another thing to have what you wanted to buy available. They must have the accessibility to very good tutors to bring up their children into the princes and princesses they wanted them to be.

When it was young master Lu's turn, he was forced to quit his crazy jealous thought and focused on the young master who was looking around the crowd for him.

He smiled and waved to the boy who saw him immediately and waved back. He swallowed as he began feeling worried for the boy who he knew was very nervous at that moment.

After all, he had a stage with more people in the audience than he had when he debuted and even a year after that. When the boy began singing, he felt like a judge in a blind audition.

The words flowed from his cute lips holding a different meaning than the one he had on his mind when he wrote it. The meaning was stronger and he was sure this boy must have had a very good vocal coach who did a good job training him.

He wrote the song when he was pressured into releasing his first solo. He chose touching words trying to find healing from his past traumas and this boy turned into something that gave meaning to the little things he had.

If he had not seen the life of loneliness the boy was living in that mansion, he would have found the words melodious like the rest of the audience.

He would have focused on the developed voice that belonged to the young star but he was forced by the boy's father to witness this and all that led to that feeling the song gave out.

It was hard not to feel pity for the boy as well as hope that one day the boy will have the attention he deserved as a child from his father and perhaps . . . his mother?

When the boy walked backstage, he stood up. "I forgot to get flowers for him. I have to take them to him backstage," YanJun told the man who was walking behind him.

The man did not respond and he was forced to stop and turn to face him. He gave him an inquiring look. The man looked ahead purposefully avoiding his gaze and since he was not as tall as the man, he could not obstruct his view.

"I need something from you but you are not nice . . . or at least, respectful enough to know you need to respond?" he asked as he decided to play the terrible boss' wife's card hoping it will work since they knew he had not admitted to being their boss' wife. Which he was willing to hold out from doing even until death.

The man bowed deeply and walked away. Perhaps that was his chance? Maybe the man chose to be mute today. He took that as an opportunity to leave.

It happened faster than he expected. He could not believe that the man will obedient enough to leave as he told him to. He glanced back at his departing back to make sure the man was still leaving.

When the man was far enough, he took a deep breath and began running. He was willing to hide as long as he could within the building. He just needs somewhere suitable enough.

It was a school and soon he will be able to escape. Escape will not be easy enough today with a lot of guards around but if he can hold out enough to . . .

He was forced to pause as he had no idea if the school was always this guarded. If that was the case, then he will get caught very soon. He shook that thought off as he decided to focus on something positive.

After running for more than ten minutes, he was forced to stop as he could not keep going. He leaned on the wall as he began feeling thirsty. He removed his jacket and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt after loosening his tie.

He dumped the expensive jacket into a trash can along with his wrist watch which he suspected had a tracker. He emptied his almost empty pocket before going of the building into the next building.